If there was anyone who would be the perfect spokesperson for “men’s liberation” in their clothing, it’s Andrew. You cannot help but fall in love with his imposing hunky good looks (especially when you get to know how sincere, humble, and insightful he is – “I am an observer,” he says) and the Jean d’Arc (rather than Joan) way he infuses a masculinity to the art of loving high fashion. Being a fellow Scorpio, I fully understand that moderation is not in our language, so when Andrew spent ten minutes talking about Givenchy’s take on the classic wingtip, I got it and was fascinated enough to film the whole thing. In fact, the shoe so took my breath away that I am sporting black men’s wingtips as we speak, but unfortunately without the couture take, since I would not be able to find my size. Whether costly or not, fashion can be exhilarating and deeply meaningful, and as Andrew says, especially when you feel sychronized with a designer’s vision (and, I will add, when the culture of mediocrity has not swallowed up all individuality by a marketing machine that has brainwashed the public into believing that comfort and a good bargain are all that matter, no matter how you present yourself to the world). It’s one thing to mindlessly consume and another to be your own stylist and create with the kind of brilliant vigor that Andrew does. In his Comme des Garcons skirt, Rodarte crocheted hose, baseball cap turned backwards and flannel shirt tied around his waist or his tennis sweater (a genius hommage to his roots of American sportswear) with black leather chaps, Andrew is making an impression, whether on the subway or for that young boy in his cable knit, who might want to do the same.