Sometimes it’s good to swim against the current, develop your own style and stick with it. Actually, that’s the only way. It shows some grounding, a sense of self, your sense of style.
And sometimes, life, a director, your own warped sense of humour throws a curveball your way. This has been a summer of … what? I’m not sure. Experimentation? Slacking off? Realignment? So herein, in no particular order, are a couple of things I’ve been up to one crazy summer.
When the Howard Hawks wanted Cary Grant to play past the elegant man-about-town and come across as bumbling, he had his hair cut into 1950’s scientist/academic.
Mine was getting in my way when I worked out.
Don’t get me wrong, I love it. It’s convenient. It’s easy. I look younger…. it does make me want to dress in nothing but very traditional togs, or go unshaven with white jeans and purple driving shoes like those guys in Milan. At least for this summer.
Summer always makes me think of the Côte d’Azur. Which makes me think of this movie.
Grant wore his own clothes through the movie. No makeup either. Just a killer tan and an unforgettable sweater.
Friends transitioned back Stateside from a diplomatic post in Madrid and happily brought along this little thing that I saw on sale at Hackett. Mine’s blue though.
Now for a red polka-dotted neckerchief. Or maybe I’ll wait until next summer’s whims strike.