Wale Oyejide
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On the path to becoming all things to all men who are foolhardy enough to dream bigger than they currently live, Wale Oyejide has found himself painted into the corner where music, menswear, and the law intersect. Since being named by Esquire Magazine as one of the five "Best Dressed Real Men" in America, Mr. Oyejide has sought to convey his unique perspective on the way every day men should attempt to navigate the murky waters that pool around them on a daily basis. Wale is the author of www.lessgentlemen.com; a site not so much dedicated to the ever-elusive "good life" as it is to the "appropriate and attainable one."

In his misguided youth, Wale Oyejide also enjoyed a brief stint as an afrobeat musician and vocalist, wherein he collaborated with artists like MF Doom and J-Dilla. He is also a practicing attorney... much to the chagrin of anyone with whom he becomes involved.

Blog Entries by Wale Oyejide

Home Before Any Place

0 Comments | Posted March 19, 2012 | 1:14 PM

Capsized. You wake with a start to find your face pressed against the ceiling. The flotsam of your present life drifting aimlessly past you. Below: your kicking legs, unfulfilled promises tethered to you like an anchor, and...

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Were You Hoping for a Miracle?

0 Comments | Posted December 27, 2011 | 9:15 AM

Did you notice, the day you first stopped counting? The day the numbers stopped making sense? The day you began shoveling dreams, by the armload, into the basement? Hoarded and forgotten like rations in an abandoned fall-out...

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The Masquerade Is Over

0 Comments | Posted November 23, 2011 | 10:59 AM

Every working morning, for as long as you can remember, a stranger's face has stared back from your bathroom mirror's reflection. Occasionally, your eyes make contact when it glances back at you. The brief cold of a...

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Watch the Throne

0 Comments | Posted October 26, 2011 | 7:40 PM

You owe it to yourself to live an extraordinary life. At nights, your eyelids flutter open like curtains in a hotel room. You're there, but no one is home. There's a view of all the things you were...
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