“Choose your friends by their character and your socks by their color. Choosing your socks by their character makes no sense, and choosing your friends by their color is unthinkable.”—A gentleman at the Café Chocolat in Amsterdam. (via theomartins)
“Too much exposure (cleavage, leg, [derrière], etc.) would kill off any chance to be taken seriously―especially by men. The worst possible scenario: to be mistaken for a mistress.”—On Sexiness and Dressing for Men, “What Would Jackie Do?” (via musingsinfemininity)
Michelle Bobb-Parris is the fantastic blogger behind WHOISBOBBPARRIS?, a fashion photography blog based out of London. She started the blog as a creative outlet while training at a law firm in Germany, and she has continued to create photo masterpieces shooting funky, British street style ever since.
Her style is, as she puts it, describable in “two words, eclectic and mood-driven. I seem to flit between tomboy, girly, and classic/retro looks, depending on what side of the bed I wake up on! There have been occasions where I have even been known to turn up looking like anything from a 1930s golfer to a 50s housewife. There is something about masculine tailoring that I’m drawn to, but I have an inner Valentino girl who would also like to play dress up in Betty Draper’s closet.” So, where in London are the best places to score Bobb-Parris’ unique masculine-meets-feminine look?
“Our beauty standard today is harder, it’s beautiful but it’s off-putting… It’s so interesting how female form -less male form- mirrors where we are culturally, aesthetically… Right now, everything is pumped up, cars look like someone took an air pump and pumped them up, they look engorged. Lips - pumped up. Breasts - pumped up. Everything is pumped up and it’s also kind of off-putting. It’s sexual, but in such a hard way that it’s -for me- not sexual at all. Whereas in the 1970’s, breasts were smaller, people were not wearing bras. Farrah Fawcett’s beauty was kissable, touchable, friendly… We are at a very hard moment today: look at women’s shoes, they couldn’t get any higher, and meaner, and sharper.”—Tom Ford (via amypieterse)