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This is not a [seeahsuckah] suit.
By Christine Stoddard
As Benjamin Nardolilli* tucks his '70s-style sunglasses into his jacket pocket, he reveals the origins of his original ensemble: Goodwill, on different trips and at different locations. The tropical pink shirt hails from Cali; the linen suit only lists washing instructions in Spanish; and the tie was bought for his middle school production of "Guys and Dolls."
Needless to say, this twenty-something NYU graduate and published writer from Arlington, Virginia favors thrift shops (and, as you may have noticed from his work in The Unreal, poetry.) You gotta admit that this fella has style. Or, at the very least, you'll spot him right away at a crowded Metro platform. Screw subtlety.
Here Benny Boy stands proudly among the buttercups in Arlington's Benjamin Banneker Park. While the park features boundary markers for the original District of Columbia, it does not include any other men who can pull off collars pinker than a flamingo. But enough about pink and on to that other "p" word. Go read Ben's poetry.
*Yes, ladies, he's single.