I don’t think I’ve
ever been more appalled by sleeves than right this moment during a 97 degrees, hot and humid, melting-trash-on-the-street kind of summer. Complaining? Of course not. It’s forecasted year-after-year; but I refrain from baring arms — sans political puns, although that’s a separate and undoubtedly more important topic — due to my former hesitation of it not being elevated enough for an event or a dinner, flashing back to my hey days of bar hopping in tanks (*still happening-ish*). So what’s the fine line? Clearly not at galas or weddings, but certain tanks can carry an elevated aspect to them when properly styled, like unexpectedly pairing them with a slack-inspired tailored trouser and tucking it in. Ditch the baseball cap for a brimmed hat and I think we can push the boundaries a bit more than we think. Plus, knowing that your biceps will be exposed grants a little extra gym motivation, no?