Rugged and refined.
Obsessing over this entire look.
I’ve always favored brunettes in both men and women, but Robert Redford circa 1970 has always proved this not to be true. And this month, his perfected formula for personal style is featured on the Ralph Lauren Black Diamond Holiday 2012 look book.
Rarely do I buy greeting cards—ever. Occasionally on a birthday, mostly because I feel like the gift is incomplete without an envelope peaking from the top of the bag.
I remember watching the above scene for the first time and thinking, “Yes! That’s it.”
The last boyfriend always got me cards. I never thought much of them, to be honest. They lacked depth, much like the man that picked them out. To me, it was like saying, “I got you this card because I couldn’t find the right words on my own. Maybe I could have, if I really tried. But I’m kind of lazy, so here’s what someone else wrote.”
Gentlemen, don’t get me wrong. A sweet card is nice once in a blue moon. If it comes between getting her a card, and getting her nothing—get her the card! Because we all know it’s the thought that counts.
But if you really want to impress her, leave a handwritten note filled with your own words of admiration. Be romantic, be funny, be charming—just be something. Don’t take the easy way out. Don’t use someone else’s words. Because that’s just boring.
— Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
“If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.”
From Katharine Hepburn’s 1981 interview with Barbara Walters:
Talk about one hell of a woman.
The definition of a silver fox.
In the fall, checking a woman out tends to make me think, “Wow. I’d like to be in a long term relationship with that girl.”
The shift is gradual (much like the change in seasons). It begins in mid September “Wow, I’d like to have sex with her indoors in an actual bed.”, takes root in early October “Wow, I’d really like to…brush her hair…or something…” and peaks about the same time as the fall foliage “Wow, I’d really like to…host a dinner party with her.”
I’ve asked around and I’m not the only guy who feels this way. So, if this autumnal desire for companionship is in fact a widespread phenomenon, what could possibly account for it?
Maybe it’s because women’s personalities (i.e. what we fall in love with) are more clearly on display at a glance in the autumn. It’s almost impossible for a woman to truly express herself through fashion without layering. It could be that the skillful coordination of scarves, earrings, sweaters, necklaces, jackets, leggings, boots, skirts, bracelets, legwarmers, and tights say more about how a woman thinks than cut offs and a tank top. Not that there’s anything wrong with cut offs and a tank top (smack me if you ever hear me say otherwise), but in that brief window when she’s walking down into the subway and I’m coming up? Her glasses, tweed knee-length coat, long skirt and hair in a messy bun communicate to me that she’s probably thoughtful, quirky, organized (but not obsessive), and a tough nut to crack who’s worth the effort. And she might want to roast some root vegetables and watch Harold and Maude with me.
Or maybe it’s just because autumn is the most romantic time of year. It’s the season in which bright, blazing leaves show us that there is beauty in frailty. It seems more apparent in the fall than in the “invincible” summer, that each of us is here only for a short time and the best way to celebrate, and to understand our fleeting, gorgeous existence is to intertwine it with someone else’s.