I saw a glimpse of hope yesterday. As a stated in my last post, I have lost hope in the male specimen’s ability to dress here at my college in South Carolina (yes, my eyes were forced to adapt from Paris-vision to South Carolina-vision). To help alleviate the pain my eyes must endure at the sight of one-too-many Northface jackets (when boy-shopping instead of paying attention in my micro-economics class), I have been frequenting “cute” places ie. places where borderline gay boys who care about their wardrobe can be found. Ya know, art openings, coffee shops, “that weird bar no one goes to because its too hipster” …those types of places. One spot in particular really gave me that light at the end of the tunnel feeling (bahaha sorry can’t take myself seriously with that one), a super cute coffee shop called “Hope and Union” …WOAH COINCIDENCE OR WHAT!
My best friend and I spotted a perfectly delectable specimen at the counter. A banana Nutella turnover. We also spotted something more on topic to what I am discussing in this post….a well dressed man! Boy was he delicious. Perfectly tailored, personal details and …bumbumbum…the slightest touch of SOUTHERN. There is still a little bit of southern girl in me – I am from good ol’ New Orleans and I am proud of it- so I love seeing a southern touch in an outfit, done the right way of course. Well, this fella did it right. The statement piece that caught my eye? His shoes. (shoes are a deciding factor for me-take note future flings). I of course questioned him (quizzed him) about his look. Billy Reid…was his answer. My heart stopped! Good ol’ Billy Reid, a Louisiana native. This made my day! But what made my day even more was his next statement. “They were 60% off and then another 40% off, so I had to get them!” (spoken in a completely straight man’s voice). Boy after my own heart. We are now in love. Not. But don’t worry, I will find him. Until then, I will peruse Billy Reid’s SS11 menswear collection which channels New Orleans in the 1920s. Think A Streetcar Named Desire…oh Marlon Brando….
AND the glorious, worn in, work boot that the hottie was sporting…styled his own way. Picture it: unlaced, flaps folded down, cuffed pants and a chic, printed sock peeking out
WOAH look who’s back! Sorry I was gone for so long. I can’t really believe it myself considering that my blog is my oh-so-stimulating escape into the fashion interwebs…Paris did this to me. Blame Paris. After winning that reality show “Paris Hilton’s My New BFF,” I got sucked into a world of cocaine and sex tapes and couldn’t escape! Let’s be clear here- Paris, France.
I can’t even begin to tell you stories about my Parisian adventures, let alone allow myself to…helllooooo depressed, culture-shocked blogger! So I will instead discuss the future. How fun is that! While in Paris (whoops, I said I wouldn’t do this), I fell in love with the world of Men’s fashion, and yes, French men…but that’s not the point. I had never noticed how amazing and dynamic Men’s fashion actually is…previously coming from a city filled with polo shirts, khaki pants, visors and beer koozies (coozies??), I thought Men’s fashion was hopeless–with the major accessory being a keg-tap. But in Paris…men, boys, toddlers (you name it!) have a natural sense of style. So VOILA! My new found love of men’s fashion was born.
After picking up an issue of Seventh Man Magazine, working numerous model castings and rehearsals and peering into the windows of the neighboring model agency at my school in Paris (yes, you heard me..my school in Paris was attached to an agency), I saw a glimpse into my future. Men’s modeling management. High fashion men. No, no, no…I’m not in search for my future, perfectly chiseled husband. And no, I will not find you a boyfriend (ok, I could help). And no, I am not planning on being a 40-something cougar with the slogan “I can get you famous if you come back to my hotel room” written across my forehead (even though my friends are convinced this is my destiny)…I am actually serious about this.
I am also serious about my belief that every man should have a “French boy haircut” à la Clément Chabernaud. Very serious.
Hey men! If you’re reading, take a hint from Seventh Man Magazine….and take a peek into my future….
FUN EXTRA! Video by Justin Wu in collaboration with Jak & Jil Blog