During a pleasant conversation about attire that my friend and I had today, mon ami remarked that if I'm that fussy with clothing, I must be extremely picky with men. This post is going to explain just how choosy I am with the opposite sex.
Let's start by blaming my high expectations to two men in particular. The first, the man with the most amazing accent on the planet (amongst the numerous other assets possessed), is Ed Westwick. The second is the most adorable, curly haired boy ever. The man is called Adam Brody. And, to be completely frank with you, I love the characters they portray, Chuck Bass and Seth Cohen respectively, even more. Yes I know, two extremes, but I like both worlds. Aesthetically, they are at the top of my list.
This is a fashion blog, so as I always do, I have to focus on the style side of the matter. Yet, allow me to say that my future husband must be witty, funny, cultured and curly haired. I want my children to have curly hair, so I can't risk marrying a man with spaghetti-straight hair. Obviously, there are more requirements, but I shall not list them.
Let's speak fashion. You obviously understand that I need to have a stylish man by my side, not least to borrow his shirts and jumpers. What must my ideal man wear?
- He layers. The man knows that no jumper shall ever be worn without a perfectly matching shirt underneath. He also understands that if the outfit can take a cardigan and a blazer, he'll wear them both.
- Blazers. I mean, that's too obvious right? How can I, woman with over forty blazers, be seen around a man who never sports a blazer. If he has a tweed blazer, he's awarded more respect points.
- Bowties and not ties. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with ties. Yet, when the choice is available, the man chooses the bowtie.
- He does not wear those demonic tshirts. I hate them and they scare the shit out of me. Indie bands are okay, even Lady Gaga or Rihanna, as long as it's not one of those monster bands with shrieking voices.
- Chinos. In every possible colour. The tight kind. The ones that rest flawlessly on the hip. Those.
- The shoes are key. Loafers, boat shoes and brogues. Combat boots every once in a while. The rest shall be given to the dogs to ruin :)
- They say 7 is the perfect number, so I left the characteristic I equate with masculine perfection for this point. He likes tailored pieces. He wears suits and he doesn't complain about it.
As one of my other friends puts it, 'Lara Boffa needs someone verging on gay but not into men'. I guess that's true.