I’m a Guy Who Wears Rings. It Helped Me Hone My Personal Style

As a rock ‘n’ roll-obsessed kid growing up in blue blood Connecticut during the “just say no” Reagan era, my impulse to stand out was, to say the least, frowned upon. Self-expression was an indulgence for other people.

Stifled, I’d hitchhike to New York City starting at about 15. By 18, I’d settled there, in the heart of Greenwich Village, still a bustling area full of musicians, artists, and ne’er do wells. I founded a band—my very own gang—and hit the road. I met people from all walks of life and every corner of the world. What I can recall about each and every one of the individuals who stuck with me is their sense of style. Sharp, refined, outlandish, or coolly classic, they were comfortable with themselves and, perhaps most of all, in showing a bit (or a lot!) of themselves to the wider world through their style choices. Read more at Men’s Journal.