Once upon a time I was a jeans and tight t-shirt kinda girl. If my man - or current lust object - wore dark jeans, a tight t-shirt and some kind of slacker trainers I was happy. Little did I know about the Power of Tailoring.
I think I have succumbed to a suit kink. Not The Suits as in The City (bloated men in shiny material that barely covers their bellies) but proper suits; tailored narrow perfection. Any man can look a thousand times better in a beautifully cut suit. Go on try it, women will love you for it (or maybe just me.)
Take this one:
Don’t ask me why I have only just got around to watching Constantine. Maybe because I haven’t read the graphic novels (unlike ‘V’.) I had no expectations, and yay it was good. Tilda Swinton was glorious but I digress.
Just look (try to see past the obscene perfection of Skinny!Reeves who does not age) at those folded back cuffs, the louche tie, the black leather Oris watch, the narrow cut of the shirt and trousers. A simply perfect black and white ensemble. Look and learn mankind.
Suits in my opinion should be a narrow single breasted cut (think Paul Smith, Prada, Costume National, Comme des Garçons) with a minimum of three jacket buttons. Black, dark charcoal grey or darkest brown.
Secondly only to the power of the suit itself is the Long Swishy Coat. This has been known for a long time in films. The hero, especially an anti-hero, needs a swishy coat. John Woo would be out of business if it were not for black swishy coats. Think Neo, think Angel, think the tenth Doctor. Think another gratuitous Constantine picture:
I tried to buy one of these mythical coats for my beloved, sadly to no avail. I think David Boreanaz has bought up the world supply.
A hansome addition to the suit and coat are the Geek Glasses of Sex. Is it me or are there just more people wearing glasses well on TV these days?
I think Constantine bears a second watching.
Edited to add completely gratuitous picture of David Tennant for RMG.
(Note finger length.)
April 28th, 2006 at 2:07 pm
for me, a three piece suit does it every time… and it flatters no matter what shape the man.
I also have a real penchant for men in waistcoats, with their sleeves rolled up.
April 28th, 2006 at 3:17 pm
The Breakdancer went through a phase of wearing suits. He got one made by a Greek guy who learnt to make suits on Savile Row but now works in Haringey. This guy made extreme fun of the Breakdancer’s Nicole Farhi suit, and showed how he could have something bespoke and 100% stitched for about a hundred pounds less. The result was rather gorgeous. He wore it to our wedding.
However, I do like to see the B in jeans and t-shirts too. I get used to the tailoring and it doesn’t seem as sexy. Variety is the spice of life.
April 28th, 2006 at 3:40 pm
Nicole Farhi *nods* nice.
I know we women are fickle. One day it’s converse and 70’s band tees the next it’s white shirts and undone ties, we’re never happy
April 28th, 2006 at 4:44 pm
Since living in Italy, where fashion makes the national news each evening, I’ve harbored a secret lust for an Armani suit.
So much for the secret.
April 28th, 2006 at 5:26 pm
Ooh a deadly sin there Lawrence! Though I like to think the Archangel Michael himself dresses in Armani or possibly Prada.
April 30th, 2006 at 1:13 am
Finally, there’s a good reason for wanting to get there! Standing around all day saying “Holy Holy Holy” just wasn’t cutting it for me.
May 3rd, 2006 at 4:28 pm
Well! I must admit that the new Dr Who is infinitely more fetching in his brown pinstriped suit and flowy coat than Mr Eccleston was - but that has perhaps more to do with the lovely Mr Tennant than what he’s wearing (I mean, I *did* lust after him when he played Casanova, shirt or no shirt)…. hey ho
May 3rd, 2006 at 6:14 pm
Ahh another Tennant convert! He is (as he is known in DW girlie fandom) ‘Teh Sex’. Or Slutboi Alien Tease, but I digress.
May 4th, 2006 at 10:38 am
Thanks for the gratuitous photo of Mr T, you’re a sweetie
May 8th, 2006 at 11:21 am
As a very quick aside, I noted with some horror this morning that The Sex has got an attack of facial fuzz - at least he was sporting a big beard on the clip of last night’s BAFTAs I saw on the telly at breakfast. Yuk! Ditch the beard, Davy Boy, ditch the beard!
It also happened to my fave rugby player, Danny Grewcock, for a while. Although it was fairly short-lived, as apparently he was having a competition with one of his team mates as to who could grow the most facial hair in a fortnight. DG won hands down, but looked a hell of a lot sexier without the beard (besides, French flanker Sebastian Chabal has the market cornered in big, hairy rugger boys, best to leave him to it!)
Maybe David T will see the error of his ways soon? Hand me the shaving foam and I will gladly oblige