Photography by: Maddy Hastings I can say with a clean conscience that I appreciate when guys dress nicely and are aware of themselves fashionably. However, I cannot say that I enjoy walking down Court Street and feeling like I am in Cape Cod and have missed the memo. If you look like J. Crew has vomited on you, or a Crayola box has melted into your wardrobe, that actually does not mean you have succeeded in your outfit choice. I am sorry if you were confused. There are ways...