Mannikin

Mustachied Smoking:

"Mr.Joel Cairo was a small-boned dark man of medium height. His hair was black and smooth and very glossy. His features were Levantine. A square cut-ruby, its sides paralleled by four baguette diamonds, gleamed against the deep green of his cravat. His black coat, cut tight to narrow shoulders, flared a little over slightly plump hips. His trousers fitted his round legs more snugly than was the current fashion. The uppers of his patent-leather shoes were hidden by fawn spats. He held a black derby hat in a chamois-gloved hand and came toward Spade with short, mincing, bobbing steps. The fragrance of chypre came with him."



Peter Lorre is a perfect gentleman pervert alongside the great Dirk Bogarde:

Spring and summer seem to bring out the most egregious forms of attire known to man. At least in the winter, one has the assurance that no one's hairy paunch is on full display--instead, it is rather covered underneath layers of some kind of poly-blend and likely, a North Face jacket.

In actuality, it is not even summer yet--even if the temperatures disagree--and we are already confronted by shorts, tube-socks and sandals. There is something quite offensive about a middle-aged man in khaki shorts, white tube-socks pulled up and cheap sneakers. There would at least be something tragically redeeming about designer sneakers.

I daresay, I do not necessarily mind say, the tee-shirt so much as I mind sloppiness. If people were more thoughtful in their approach to dress, casual wouldn't be so much a bane and an abortion.

In celebration of the Cinco de Mayo, something completely irrelevant, and probably irreverent:

Cloak-inspiration.

The cloak is an interesting and practical piece of outerwear, which has unfortunately been tainted by association with fat Goths, scrawny Steampunks, Halloween costumes, and Renaissance Fair actors--all truly unfortunate characters.





Former Chilean dictator, Augusto Pinochet.

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