Since the grey suit with the pink tie and matching pocket square, my gentleman has worn a wide array of suits and each time I see him is always the first time. My gentleman’s look is styled down to the smallest detail. He believes in perfection; willing to remake the entire suit if one seam is out of place and firmly against replicating others’ designs. The trademark of his fashion house is being able to boast uniqueness.
In his suit, he looks like he belongs with the throng of the wealthy - and even then - my gentleman stands out. Amidst the less-fortunate and down trodden he blends in, radiating a comfort that draws others to him, extinguishing any class difference. William Lyon Phelps stated that the final test of a gentleman is his respect for those who can be of no possible service to him. My gentleman passes this final test.
Ultimately, my gentleman is so comfortable with himself that he never needs to look down on- or up to- anybody else. He is the best man he can be. With the seriousness in his eyes, his Godly heart and the best bespoke tailor I know. His passion is designing, – both buildings and wardrobes – mixing Form & Function.
Beyond the tailored suit - when I saw him, I saw in him the values of my father. Old school values like pride, intelligence and dignity. And a realization that being a gentleman exceeds the look you portray to the attitude you emanate.
The first time I “really” saw my gentleman, I became the best woman I can be – for him and others.
P.S. I am shamelessly failing in my shop-free before September experiment. Got the cutest shoes from Aldo...
....and Zara was having a sale....Enough said :-).
