I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about today. I felt a bit adrift. So I decided to break out my new leaf vacuum and have at our carpet sized back yard.
Accomplishing something made me feel pretty good. So I set off to brave the wilds of the U.S. Postal Office, Saunders Station. Our postage has increased and left me with lots of Red Chinese Lantern stamps (The new year celebration) that now require a mismatched 1¢ stamp in order to meet the first class postage rates of 42¢. The line moved fairly quickly and I left with some new Frank Sinatra commemorative 42 centers. So far, so good. Especially for the post office.
As I hiked back to my car I began to notice the large number of Mercedes Benz sedans in the city.
Off to Lowe’s (really pushing my luck) for some decorative marble chips for the Tuilleries in the back yard.
More high end cars. Lots of them. A guy went by in a Porsche. Lexuses (Lexipodi?), Escalades, Audis… Yesterday there was a Jaguar parked on my street. And somebody down the block on Monument had a Maserati Quattroporte not too long ago.
The thing is, when I look around me, I can’t identify the drivers of these luxury automobiles. Not a soul was what I would consider “well-dressed.”
In the words of Iñigo Montoya (“The Princess Bride”), “I do not think this word means what you think it means.”
It may be time to define what it means to be well-dressed in the 21st Century. Even across the Pond things are decidedly “iffy” if you ask me. At least judging by the nine pictures and one man’s opinion. Besides, these people have stylists and get free clothing. Or are dedicated Savile Row customers. How hard is that?
I can’t advocate that everyone walk around dressed up all the time. Well I can, but it wouldn’t get me very far. Not these days. And, if form does indeed follow function, what the heck are we up to?
No, the argument goes, in our more egalitarian day we are less inclined to flaunt our social status by wearing beautiful clothing.
We all send messages with our clothing choices. That’s a given. And people and their cars… don’t get me started.
But how do we define, for our purposes, “well-dressed?”
Let’s agree on a baseline: clean? neat? And if it is “neat” how so? Comfortable? Hoo boy, there’s a can of worms.
C’mon, this is a collective effort the end result of which will be published right here for all the world to witness on June 7th, the date of the First Annual Easy and Elegant Life International Smartly Dressed Scene.
Please complete the following statement:
We hold these truths to be self-evident. That all mankind is well and elegantly dressed when: