Simple: To me there.
I come to explain.
men's fashion week has just ended and someone asked me why I would not be interested.
My answer is very simple: I do not believe in 'existence of a true men's fashion.
The fashion show is, and creativity, and change, is art, color is form, and courage, and style is daring and all this in a man I will not see it.
L 'man I like elegant but not daring to shiny fabrics and sequins everywhere.
L 'man I like sports but do not put weird war or ring.
L 'man I like classic but without sacrificing the simplicity that should characterize every outfit.
I do not want the bags in his hands, I do not want the tips to his feet. I do not want
gel falls on his head-or-less shapeless masses oozing dirt.
I do not want pink pants and green shirt.
I do not want chains on his neck, I do not want studs on his arms. Not
I want to tattoo where the sun is still beating.
I do not want stubble on his face.
L 'man must' be quality, elegance, finesse.
I hate those clothes foil, shiny so horrified by Tony Manero and I find it unthinkable even these pointy boots, python and dyed yellow.
hate ruffles on shirts and jackets that look like those from the same cloth upholstery of my grandmother. I hate that
trasudino feminine gestures, movements and in the choice of clothes.
hate tight pants that leave nothing to 'imagination and baggy jeans that fall.
I hate vests and walk outside.
Detesto le cravatte sottili e i papillon colorati quando non esplicitamente richiesti da un determinato dress code.
Mettetegli un cardigan di lana buona, un jeans dal taglio classico e un scarpa stringata e avrete l' uomo che mi piace.
Vestitelo di blu, di marrone, di nero e aggiungete piccoli tocchi di colore qua e la senza cadere nel carnascialesco e avrete l' uomo che mi piace.
Levategli le pellicce, le scarpe a punta e i capelli da cow-boy e avrete l' uomo che mi piace.
Uomamente vostra, R.
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