cateract-prevention. wise up.

The no-reward question of the day: Do the Ray-Ban 4141s come with green lenses? Paired with the Dark Havana frames, that'd be supreme. My eyes are bugging out for a pair.

honey.

With his ultra provocative ad campaign behind his line of fragrances, Tom Ford is and has been the 'in-guy,' the scruffy Midas of style, so no doubt his spot on tastes translate to his Private Collection. My best descriptive words for his Tobacco Vanille are both Striking and Honey. Its charm over me felt, honestly, private and my fascination with its deep smokey and honey tones were intense. Regarding the realm of sweets, I like anything and everything honey, it's the most agreeable sugar-rich food element out there as far as my tastes go. Smell is the supreme human sense, it evokes nostalgia/memories and forces your SCM immediately to involuntarily contract so as to check out a girl's ass who just passed you by. Tom Ford is obscene in the best way possible.

“A modern take on an old world men’s club. A smooth oriental, Tobacco Vanille opens immediately with opulent essences of Tobacco Leaf and aromatic spice notes. The heart unfolds with creamy Tonka Bean, Tobacco Flower, Vanilla and Cocoa, and finishes with a dry fruit accord, enriched with Sweet Wood Sap.” - Tom Ford (or his marketing goons)

Cool Camera.

Joint release from Leica and Hermés. This orange and silver camera is rather impressionable.

Timeful.

The Hermés Arceau Ebony Chronogaph. An elegant reminder of the brevity of our days, Arceau is a timepiece that patiently ticks through the seconds with a subtlety that shouts masculinity. The dark face flecked with the moving orange hands do not scream at the passing gaze but rather casually invites it in for a cup of tea, an alluring introduction, a lasting relationship. The listed hours are composed in the color cream, brilliantly italicized allowing the wearers good tastes to be reflected by the mere donning of the watch. I have come to appreciate my own appreciation of the classic watch, simply looking at its inner workings is a marvel. The craft being one that has existed for quite a few generations offers much to delve into and come to love and collect...when wealth knocks down my oaken door.

This may be my introduction : http://watch-happening.blogspot.com/

I can't tell you why.

It's honestly beyond me but I feel strongly drawn towards this particular accessory. There's nothing practical about it as far as my vida diaria goes. It's simply something that were I to have on my person in a pocket somewhere, that were it randomly pressed against my body, and I was reminded of its presence, I'd think the following: I am fucking cool.

Foot.

Since I've been enticed and obviously alerted to the fact that I need an Alden bone shoe horn from numerous bloggers (one normally only able to be acquired with shoe purchase, harumph), it'd also be a grand gesture if someone happened to feel an urge, a spontaneous inspired-gift-purchase for my belated half-year birfday and throw down some bills for the Alden leather travel boot kit. Brush, cloths and creams, simply to buff and bring my leather kicks to a state of appreciation for their owner. Mull on these careful words and sentiments. Try to make a proper decision for once in your life.

The Man Who Dressed Too Well

My first exposure to Cary Grant as a youth was with Hitchcock's To Catch a Thief ('55), a brilliant twist-filled, suspense-driven drama. A gem in the film industry, one that grabbed my 1990's attention, but frankly my heart was no doubt born somewhere in the mid-twentieth century - exact date unknown, my mother lost the birth certificate. Stare intensely at the screen shot above: the red-white polka dot scarf, the black and white striped sweater, wide-leg pants that fall perfectly on his shoe, and his SHOE....a rich caramel with dark trim and white-sole. Shit, John Robie with his distinct stance and crushin' wardrobe deserves Grace Kelly, bombshell.

Men ought to start wearing their pants (at least some of them for the sake of variety and style) above their waist. Fear not, gentleman-to-be.