old bleach-spotted khakis, old t-shirt from some bike dealer I bought I bike from that I don't own anymore, brown loafers, old cheap-dive watch. I have to get down in a server room floor crawling around moving stuff today and I am don't care about these clothes.
oh and my old folding porkpie because if I look like i am about to spontaneously go fishing, I think it might get people to leave me alone at work