There are certain things that will always be aesthetically pleasing. A sleek automobile whose paint shimmers subtly like a secret being told. A movie in film noir style where everyone is smooth and says all the right things (i.e. remake of Casino Royale). For me a well dressed man with a signature sense of style does it every time.
It seems that these days men and sadly enough women, don't care what they look like when they step out of the house. I find myself watching Mad Men longing for those days to make a return. The days when men were capable of dressing themselves. Pants fit properly in those days, they were neither skinny nor baggy. They also were worn around the waist with a belt, not the middle of one's thigh. Suits were streamlined and made out of quality materials. Even casual wear had a sense of structure. Men of my generation have either never learned these things or enthusiastically forgot them.
As I have said in previous blogs, I am single, and I have to tell you I'd rather be approached by a man dressed neatly than by a man whose appearance is not only unkempt but slovenly. A properly dressed man approaching me with, "Excuse me, Miss." is going to get my vote every time. Some poorly dressed guy with the social graces of a boar exclaiming, 'Hey, girl!", is sure to make me run for the hills or ignore him all together. A man in a tailored suit is so attractive to the eye. It doesn't matter if he is wearing a tie or not. There is something to be said about a man in cuff links with a nicely placed monogram on his cuff that is handsome. Don't get me started on guys in loafers that are nicely polished.
We've all heard it time and time again, women respond to men who are well dressed and well groomed. Diana Vreeland said it best, "The eye has to travel." Why not let your eye travel over the landscapes of silk, merino wool, cashmere, and spun cotton. Especially when they are draped across the man of your choice or even a prospective man of your choice.
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