Styles of the Poor and Creative

My uniform (winter fashion for the starving artist):

Thrift store shirt from the boys section, textured with several holes in each armpit and crusted patches of paint across the belly where I wipe my brush, layered with a men's sweater from Target that smells like the basement and paired with unflattering jeans that don't fit quite right. Pockets are stuck closed with paint, and right pant leg also stiff with paint. The bottom hem has long since disappeared and the dirt from walking on the floor is slowly crawling up each pant leg.