I love that he’s as happy to talk to you about the meaning of a musical lyric as he is about the shoes on his feet. Which is exactly why I asked him to document what he wore for a week. Below, the style-savvy results:
I’ve owned all sorts of leather jackets. With each one I purchased, I got closer and closer to ‘right.’ The first one might as well had been a zoot suit blazer, It was so big. I was always afraid to buy one that actually fit me firmly. But I finally got the perfect one and I plan on wearing it to my grave… and possibly in it. While most men I know lean towards the black persuasion when it comes to leather jackets, I gravitate towards the brown. I owe this inspiration to the Tuskegee Airmen of World War II who managed to look fly even in the face of danger and discrimination. My brown leather jacket also pays homage to Arthur Fonzarelli. Yup, the Fonz from “Happy Days.” People often forget the jacket he wore the most was brown.
In my mid twenties, my mother pointed out that I’d grown into a man and maybe it was time I stopped dressing like a boy. It wasn’t nitpicky. It was just a suggestion. It took a couple years to sink in, but now you wouldn’t catch me dead in a printed Tee or baseball cap these days; especially because I’m knocking on 40’s door. To each its own, but not me. Even when I take leisurely walks around the neighborhood with my dog, I opt for what I call the ‘Hyannis Port’ look. You ever see what the Kennedy’s wear when they do leisurely things on the Port (then and now)? It’s never tanks, professional team jerseys or anything of the sort. JFK and his siblings used to play football in button downs and trousers. Football!!! Now, that’s dope!
Now that I’m a father, I pretty much always dress for comfort on the weekends. But it doesn’t mean that I have to drop the style. I tend to settle for a pair of joggers and a comfortably fitted shirt. It’s really hard trying to chase down a running toddler in a suit. But then again, if you’re a Kennedy…