Showing posts with label mens fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mens fashion. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

FASHION POLICE 101 or "How to Tell Someone You Love You Hate Their Outfit"


So I have this friend...

Hold it right there, I know what you're thinking: this is the oldest plot device in the book, used in every third episode of The Brady Bunch.  This is not about Cindy's friend, it's about Cindy.


I am shocked at your disbelief, readers, shocked.  Next, you'll be telling me that I don't have an identical cousin, when that rumor has been put to rest again and again, and again.

But back to my friend.

He's not the most stylish person in the world -- in fact he's something of a slob -- but he does know what goes with what, and has been a follower of fashion for many, many decades.

Now, the man he shares his life with is arguably much neater than he. But it's the what-he's-neat-with that's the problem.


You see, the partner of my friend has a tendency -- some might say a  compulsion -- to wear clothes that are alternately too large (baggy twenty-year-old pants), or too tight (think former Olympic gymnast Mitch Gaylord), or too something (over-bleached acid-wash jeans)  And while there's nothing wrong with mixing patterns occasionally, said mixing requires a great deal of care and skill, and an eye, readers, an eye -- or so my friend believes.

The problem my friend has is what to do about his admittedly-judgmental-sounding opinions.  You see, he believes -- with good reason, it turns out -- that his partner will sometimes intentionally mismatch patterns or otherwise dress provocatively, solely to push my friend's buttons.  He (the partner) told him (my friend) as much!

My stylish-if-slobby friend, in contrast, happily solicits others' advice and is open to receiving it, never interpreting it as threatening or challenging or nobody's business but my his own.

Stylish and sophisticated readers around the world, have you ever found yourself in my friend's cute-if-scuffed shoes?  If so, how do you handle it?

Some of you will say that if you love someone, as I know my friend does his partner, that you accept them as they are, end of story.  Some, perhaps with a few years of psychotherapy under their belt, might even argue that the problem is my friend's and only my friend's.  He is the one who is seeking to control another by criticizing his partner's choice of outfits -- never a healthy strategy in any relationship.

Some might say, moreover, that personal style is entirely subjective and that what my friend thinks looks unflattering on his partner, others will find just the opposite -- that there's no objective truth to what looks good and what does not, beauty being in the eye of the beholder and all that jazz.

Then there will be other more empathic souls who know that adults who dress themselves poorly need guidance and are only inviting the criticism of others.  Better that the loved one offer constructive criticism in private than a stranger his 2-cents in public.


In closing, readers with no-doubt highly-honed, read-between-the-lines abilities,  I ask you:

Should you tell someone you love you don't like what they're wearing (with the confidence that you know what you're talking about) or shouldn't you?

How do you handle giving advice to someone you love, when no advice has been solicited, and it might make them feel criticized?

Or if you don't give unsolicited advice, do you just keep quiet, offer (at most) a none-too-subtle, up-and-down look of dismay and leave it at that?  Do you ever ask if the person is open to your opinion, knowing full well that the very question suggests disapproval?

I need guidance -- to share with my friend of course.  Crimes are being committed.

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Thursday, 14 April 2011

Awesome New Men's Patterns!



Readers, I can't talk about lace and taffeta for one more day without puking wedding invitations.  Instead, I want to talk about guy stuff. 

I was shopping online for patterns last night when I came across these incredible new men's pattern lines.  I can't wait to make the cute plaid shirt up top and the pea coat below center.  And how about that great messenger bag!



Then, from a different pattern company, I found this classic chambray shirt with shorts:



And these colorful summer pants, vests, and jackets:





Wait -- did I mention I was dreaming?  I'd dozed off right there on Etsy!

I woke up and was reminded of the grim reality:

His and her fleece.



Boxy jackets to wear over said fleece.  (Note how this is categorized: "Sleepwear, Unisex, and...Men.")



Scrubs -- they're not just for orthopedic surgeons and dental hygienists!





Unisex pajama bottoms in novelty flannel from Jo-Ann Fabrics.



Roomy shirts perfect for the all-you-can-eat shrimp buffet at Shoney's.



Elastic waistbands for same.





And people wonder why more men don't sew.

Let's give credit where credit is due: German Burda is ahead of the game.  This jacket is cute-ish.



Then again, Burda is also responsible for this.  I shudder.



Friends, how difficult would it be for a pattern company to come up with some cool patterns?  We're not reinventing the wheel here: we're talking pants, shirts, a vest, a jacket.  Style it to look hip, hire a model.  Don't make him pose next to a six-year-old mini-me.  Can you see the difference?





Seriously.  I can't speak for every guy or woman who sews for guys, but I would be thrilled to have patterns for some of the outfits posted here which, by the way, are from J. Crew and Woolrich Woolen Mills -- nothing avant-garde, no men in corsets or Pee Wee Herman suits.  Explore any fashion magazine or men's style blog and this is the kind of thing you see.

Both Land's End and LL Bean both have "hip" fashion lines using the same fabrics and styles their main brand uses but cutting them and styling them in a more contemporary (read slimmer) way.  Why can't pattern companies do this?

I'm not one for rants and I do understand the economics involved.  But there's a potential market out there of young men who care about how they look and they can't all draft for themselves or bother tinkering with vintage patterns.  Are we investing in the future or aren't we?

Readers, what are your thoughts about this?

How can we make this happen?

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Friday, 8 April 2011

Jewelry for Men -- yea or nay?


Some men look better in jewelry than others. Don't you agree?

I want to preface this post by saying we are not discussing whether men should be allowed to wear jewelry.  Of course they should!  I want to get your opinions on how it looks, and share mine as well.  So let's get started.

Friends, with very few exceptions, I hate jewelry on men.

My exceptions:

David Cassidy looked cute in puka shells circa 1972. 


Only wear puka shells if you 1) are under 22,  2) live on the beach, or 3) wear a loincloth on a regular basis.

Years ago, gold and silver jewelry for men was more popular.  There were ID bracelets, tie pins, shirt studs, pinky rings (belch), cuff links, and related stuff like watches, money clips, lighters, and cigarette cases.


Liberace, for better or for worse, could carry off the bejeweled look -- or as it's more commonly known today, bling.  Didn't he, like, invent it?



Hip hop/rap artists can also carry off bling, which I see more as an ironic statement about American materialism than a fashion statement, but what do I know (and where do you draw the line)?


Internationally acclaimed couturiers can get away with bling, not that they should...



I think that's it.

Diamonds are a boy's worst enemy, imo.  If you're willing to mine your own, maybe.


Anything on the pinky....so wrong.  Please leave that finger alone.


WAIT!  How about earrings on guys?

HATE them.  And call me old fashioned, ethnocentric, what have you: no part of the male anatomy should ever have a ring through it. 


Awful.  Only to enrage one's parents.

True confessions: I went through a jewelry phase years ago.

There was the American Indian phase...





The Danish Modern ring phase...





And the (very short-lived) chain phase...





I have some of my father's old cuff links, which I wear on occasion:



I generally avoid jewelry these days and I think (most) men should keep it to a minimum: one ring, cuff links, a watch -- period.

And please -- no piercings.

In closing, friends, I ask you:

What kind of jewelry do you think suits men best (if any)? How about stones? Are tiger's eye, star sapphires, and onyx acceptable? How about -- cough -- diamonds? 

Do some types of men carry off the look better than others, and if so, which types?

Jewelry for men -- yea or nay?

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Friday, 18 March 2011

Everything but Sewing


Friends, we've been honest with each other since the beginning so why change now?  I've had a busy week full of all kinds of sewing-related excitement, but when it comes to actual sewing, um...not so much.

Cathy's Comeback Dress remains a very gathered skirt awaiting a bodice -- and a crinoline.

 

I'll be honest: when I solicited feedback about it, your polarized opinions left me feeling uncertain.  Should I ignore the flowered-bodice people, or the black-sateen-bodice people?  (And what about Miss Sassy Lassy, who very publicly changed her mind and sounded absolutely 100% convinced both times?)  On Wednesday I even bought new fabric -- a shiny woven synthetic in the exact moss green that appears in the rose print and let me tell you side by side they looked awful.  I'm out $3 and I'm not even sure whom to blame (I hate that).

I fear Cathy may have to go to the show on Sunday in something else entirely, or perhaps not go at all.  Her most recent texts suggest that she did indeed catch her Trailways bus out of Springfield at dawn and should be arriving at Port Authority Bus Terminal sometime in the late morning.  Who knows what condition I'll find her in?

And apropos of outfits, the Vinyls are building a substantial wardrobe that's nothing to sneeze at.  Look what arrived only days ago:





Have I mentioned that Ken and Allan are more narrowly built than Brad, Ben, Grant, and Brett?  They can't really share clothes, apart from a few loosely cut shirts.  Obviously Mattel found Ken's original build too slight for the free-loving, macho Seventies and I get that.  But did Ken have to have bigger feet too?  (I mean, where were they walking?)  Or was the big feet thing just a vulgar inside joke among the doll design team?

Here's Brad, newly attired, and that is a men's outfit, right?  I mean, it was part of the same Ken clothes lot I won on eBay and it fits and all, but I don't know...were men's pants ever that flared in the Seventies?  Could someone look this up please?



Oh, and before I forget: it seems there are more Ken dolls on the way -- this time a donation from a  decluttering MPB reader (which sounds like an oxymoron).  There's nothing this blogger loves more than freebies, but I think I may have to draw the line soon.

Michael has new clothes too.  Debbie's shirt arrived yesterday and friends, the girl can sew -- not news to anyone who reads her blog.  In fact this shirt was so perfect -- cut, color, and construction -- I really just wanted to send it back.  I mean the effrontery of some people.  (AND she had the nerve to tell me don't look too closely at this, don't look to closely at that --  and of course when I did, everything looked flawless.)

Curses!


I don't entirely understand Debbie's motives, but every package she sends (oh yes, friends, there have been others) come laden with all kinds of extras -- spices for Michael, treats for the dogs and, most recently, something for me (it's about time).   I think she's slowly trying to integrate herself into our family unit and I won't say she isn't succeeding.  I'm hoping an open invitation to a NYC weekend on the air mattress will satisfy her.



I should add that Michael loves, loves, loves the shirt -- he's wearing it to the opera tonight -- and only requests that Debbie's next outfit for him include one of these.


Birds of a feather, those two.

As far as my wardrobe goes, yesterday I showed Kenneth King my final Negroni shirt, you know, the one with that creepy floral baby bassinet pattern?  He proceeded to make a few minor corrections to it -- directly on the shirt with me in it -- with one of those "disappearing" fabric pens that hasn't disappeared yet.

At least he didn't autograph me.  Artists!





So there you have it, readers: new clothes for the dolls, a shirt for Michael, fitting adjustments for me, and nothing for my cousin but eight yards of rose-print sateen gathered to a piece of bias tape.

Finally, I cautiously solicit your advice once more.  What do you think of these shoes?  There are all kinds of color variations available nowadays, but 1) do you you think they're too much (style-wise not price-wise) and 2) do you think black and white is the way to go if I am going to go at all?  (They also come in buff suede-and-leather combos.)

Increasingly I seem to be taking my style cues from my Ken dolls and I'm concerned about that.

Seriously, though: men's saddle shoes -- yea or nay?



Ciao for now!