babygreenspots
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The seventies are a despised decade but their influence on fashion refuses to vanish. It seems that every season a designer is attempting to reference or resuscitate the decade of extravagant lapels, flagrant hip hugging, and over-the-topness. Clearly many men aspire to some spirit brought out by this garish decade. Tom Ford clearly realizes this and updates the styles of the decade in lux fabrics and modern marketing.
So who wears this sort of style or at least how does he fancy himself? Tom Ford has already given us a pretty good idea of what he wants his men to aspire to with his ads. I have a more virile and even futuristic vision of the sort of man that should be comfortable wearing this style. He is the disastrous scion of an Azerbaijiani oil princess and an Aborigine zinc baron. He can be found at a club with live inguanas carrying the drinks, snorting Bolivian marching powder from the fully scraped and polished, bare behind of a live Inca born on the shores of lake Titncock. Hopefully he lives off the rents from his fleet of chateaus and work is a laughable concept. This fellow doesn't care what the suit costs or whether it is made with a horsehair canvass or a poodle hair one.
The obediant man of style is a different breed. He tends to work at a bank or law firm and relish nights with a brandy snifter basking in the erudition and wittiness of similarly well educated and attired individuals.
So who wears this sort of style or at least how does he fancy himself? Tom Ford has already given us a pretty good idea of what he wants his men to aspire to with his ads. I have a more virile and even futuristic vision of the sort of man that should be comfortable wearing this style. He is the disastrous scion of an Azerbaijiani oil princess and an Aborigine zinc baron. He can be found at a club with live inguanas carrying the drinks, snorting Bolivian marching powder from the fully scraped and polished, bare behind of a live Inca born on the shores of lake Titncock. Hopefully he lives off the rents from his fleet of chateaus and work is a laughable concept. This fellow doesn't care what the suit costs or whether it is made with a horsehair canvass or a poodle hair one.
The obediant man of style is a different breed. He tends to work at a bank or law firm and relish nights with a brandy snifter basking in the erudition and wittiness of similarly well educated and attired individuals.