Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Closure (of a Sartorial Nature)

What better way to close out the year than with a nod to hand-sewn buttonholes.

A timeless detail appreciated by the few. Fewer are the tailors with the skill, patience and inclination to do such meticulous work. It is something one asks for, looks for and looks forward to. Discrete. Luxurious.

And what beauty, arising from thread, needle and hand. A metaphor for sartorial dress.

Trends and Must-Haves

I came across an "Ugly Sweater" photoshoot - students doing an assignment for their photography course - and thought it charming. No more, no less.

Only now I have discovered that ugly sweaters are all the rage. Ugly sweater parties are popping up all over the globe, with the original one attributed to Vancouver. Sweaters, especially the ugly ones, are flying off the racks and vintage stores are running low on them.

Eight years on since the original party. What will come of this trend? Oh, our ability to laugh at ourselves knows no bounds.

Sunday, December 20, 2009


Sunny Days


Monday, December 14, 2009

Between Parties

Sunday, December 13, 2009





Saturday, December 12, 2009

Friday, 4:55 p.m.

A cut above: Grooming enjoyed by men in hats and deer alike, at The Belmont.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

How We Compliment

Oh, the many ways we compliment one another - an act which is seemingly random, always unexpected and disappointingly rare. If you can muster it, a warm smile is always preferred over a blank stare. And when words are fancied, a simple "you look great" or "you have great style" makes for a pleasant exchange.

One can be spiffy or sharp, depending on the observer, and indeed sharp-as-shit, although I have yet to associate the latter with being the former. Sometimes just loving a look will do. And when someone is dressed up, does that imply others are dressed down? I like to think people with great style merely dress.

As tastes go, it strikes me as odd that one can be described as tasty or delicious, and having thought about it for some time, my preference is for being delicious. Who would not?