5PM was born in the middle of the night during a season of consecutive breakups. 

Girl friends. Boyfriends. A contrived way of living. My closet. Shoes that omit a sharp pointed toe. Sugar. Borrowed confidence. 

I cleared house. 

I hated all modern fashion trends and their calculated price tags. It was exhausting seeing the same 6 dresses from big online retailers circulate with a perfected blowout. But it was far more exhausting avoiding the mirror in the clothes I was squeezing into to fit a character I relentlessly pursued for years. 

I found that oversized, men's clothing possessed every advantage. But the kind that was worn and lived in; not from this generation. It was a men's size 17L sport coat with excess shoulder padding and a pair of 2002 vintage Levi's, size 32, sourced from Goodwill, that changed the trajectory of my life. 

So I got to work.  

I thrifted hundreds of potential pieces, ordered a pair of fabric scissors, threw away every hyper-feminine silhouette, and reconstructed men's clothes to my aesthetic. 

Most people thought this was nonsensical. Until it wasn't.  

I found myself on the kitchen floor with tailors chalk and an old leveler I used to draw straight lines, every spare minute I had. 

How can I give reason to the way I dress? A mathematical formula and resolute certainty. 

1 masculine. 1 feminine. 1 oversized. 1 jewelry. 1 accessory.