It’s a jungle out here these days. You're trying to function as a highly stylish individual, but EVERYTHING is tryna hold you back. You're most likely spending an embarrassing amount of time and energy purchasing clothing and accessories and that way of life can only go on for so long. The explosion of blogs, Tumblrs and random people that seem to exist only on Twitter and Instagram, has lead to the rise of the so-called style expert. They're probably doling out sage advice like, “Play with color and pattern in your pocket square.” Maybe even, “Style should be effortless, so wear some zigzag purple socks.” BUT BEWARE. A lot of times these self-proclaimed experts are handing out tips that are really just style crutches. WE DON’T FUCK WITH STYLE CRUTCHES HERE, HOMIE. They’re like the air horn every DJ puts on their mixtape. An air horn could mean I’m about to hear a banger or another kid from Des Moines’ "chopped and screwed" version of a Mac Miller song. You gotta come with a unique ass drop or some fresh, obscure noise at this point. Keep your wits about you lest you start blowing money fast on shit that's making you look like an asshole fast, feel me? The following, in no real particular order, are the style crutches that bother me the most. You know, the ones where people are like, “Oh you write about menswear? You should meet my friend. He is so stylish. He wears bow ties everyday and Chuck Taylor's with his suits. Isn't he so cool?” FUCK YOU. Four Pins is about that submarine steez—that underground, off the radar, stealth shit that sneaks up on a motherfucker and torpedoes their whole everything with choice quality. You want to limit your reliance on these and approach dressing in doses. Danger, real talk ahead.