My partner Clint is in town for a couple of weeks. For those who don’t know, we split our roles at Republic straight down the middle: he does all the creative, and I do all the selling. So naturally, he’s the one with the eye for good quality design and handiwork. It also means that he comes imbued with these designer-y quirks and quiddities that I’ll probably never be able to understand.

Case in point, as I was putting on my shoes today to head out to the office, he walked out of his room and noticed that he and I were both wearing striped shirts. Apparently, this is horrifying no-no in designer land, and so he had to go back, take out a non-striped shirt, iron it, and then feel comfortable leaving the house with me in tow. Very strange.

Here’s a picture of him getting ready to eat Coco Curry while working at the same time. He’s a good partner.

Clint at lunch