Posts tagged ‘denim’

How to Wear a Canadian Tuxedo, Copenhagen

2010 November 13

There is a terrible, terrible thing in this world, a blight upon civilized society, a scourge, if you will.  And that is the jean-on-jean aberration known as the Canadian tuxedo.   For too long, America’s lame cousins to the north have tortured the world with this crazed denim nightmare which, in Toronto or whatever, passes for formal evening wear.

Weirdly, though, it turns out that there is actually an acceptable way to wear denim both above and below the belt without people looking at you and wondering, “Canadian?”

I first caught sight of this rare creature, the fashionable C-tux wearer, on an airplane in 2005.  I was astounded by my lack of repulsion and pity for the confident and, indeed, sexy hot man wearing the jean/jean combo.

I think the trick is this: contrast.  Both in color and in texture – so lose the jacket in favor of a chambray shirt.  You don’t want crowds to flee before you as you lumber through the B.P. at Nordstrom wearing a wall of stonewashed denim.  Mix it up, boo.  Like this fine Danish rose munching a ‘nana on a sunny afternoon in Copenhagen.

Here we go:

The jeans – skinny, cropped, a nice medium wash.  The shirt: fitted, button down, a shade or two lighter than the jeans, with the cuffs and collar popped in a non-annoying way.  Also: a softer, thinner material than the jeans.  Ergo, contrast.  Plus the urban preppy look is perfectly accessorized with a blond bob, deck shoes and the tranquility that comes from living in a country with an exceptional social safety net.

Not the point.

The point is, if you wear jeans with a jean jacket, it must be 1982.

It’s [Mostly] Better in Italia, Florence

2010 August 30

photos by Natalie Wang

A famous woman who tapes her bra together once said, “I want to go to there,” and that is how I feel about Italy.  But guess what?  I’m going, to there, to Italy, for my mom’s 50th birthday, because she saw Under the Tuscan Sun, and that crap is inspiring.

The first time I went to Italy was on a school trip where we were allowed to drink wine – WINE – which as we know is very very illegal in America if you’re under 21, and everyone strictly adheres to this rule.

The second time I went to Italy I got caught in a torrential downpour that made my pants fall down.  Because they were heavy with water.  Pervert.

The third time I went to Italy, I stayed in a lesbian-run hostel.  Do with that what you will.  Pervert.

So, yeah, I pretty much love it there.  But you know what my favorite thing about Italy is?  Gelato!  Just kidding, I’m not an overenthusiastic sorority girl.  No.  The best part about Italy is that the people dress well.  Oh, sure, you’re always going to run across your Euro-trash contingency, but what continent doesn’t suffer from some form of aesthetic disgustingness?   Take these three gentlemen [of Verona – literary!] for instance.  It certainly helps that they’re all svelte (ahem, America), but let’s focus on the jeans: nice washes, well-fitted and bearing no trace of golden eagles’ wings with a skull and like some old-timey tattoos.  Me, Ed Hardy and some brass knuckles in a windowless room for a few hours…but, I dream.

And another thing!  These men are all killing it with the jackets!  You’ve got your layered blazer look, your bomber jacket and your belted trench all represented and worn, I might add, with great aplomb.  Aplomb aplomb aplomb.

So, in conclusion, dear reader, don’t let those nasty stereotypes of Italian men as mafia thugs and woman-haters mar your view of the uomini italiani.  Google translator says that that means Italian men in Italian.  And that’s all you need to know.

…But here’s a little bit more:

  • Jeans: It’s hard to go wrong with Levis and Diesel
  • Jackets with international panache at J. Crew for men
  • I promise you these sunglasses will never go out of style
  • Scott Schuman is a [straight] man who loves fashion and is super good at it