Originally Posted by
carlmaloschneider
Umm, a sort of cultured yet casual look. A little bit 'hip', not 'old fogey'. Not scruffy (hence the boots polished to the 'n'th degree), yet not shirt and tie (I hate ties, they are foul). The trousers must (I have learnt) be lighter than the boots; yet I hate that 'chino' look (or whatever those 'white' trousers are called). I don't want to look like Mr 4x4 driving 'affluent' 50 year old jerk arrogant guy; more 'cool dude' guy. I'm not adverse to navy jackets, yet don't want a 'blazer' look; and wool is too hot (it'll be spring soon). I'm really thinking grey. Or 'chambray' blue, summer looking. The jacket will be worn with the darker brown boots, lt grey trousers, white French cuff shirt, jade and silver vintage cufflinks (or even the pinky/purpley ones), Ray Ban metal framed sunglasses.
I shall drive a silver convertible Merc; early 60's through winding French (or Italian) coastal roads while listening to French music. I guess I'll have to smoke and drink imported beer whilst driving. Of course I shall have many young ladies lusting after my astonishingly youthful (yet mature) body. I have a villa somewhere. It is white and by the coast. Each morning I stroll to the village and sit in a café and smoke and drink coffee and glance at the newspaper in a disinterested way. I like to watch the passers by over the top of my sunglasses. I read obscure Hungarian authors. I speak some French, yet poorly. I often have stubble, but not always, and never on a Sunday. I have very nice leather luggage. I have no idea where my funds come from and I don't care. I am astonishingly fit and am engaged in all manner of physical activities (between smokes and drinks). I fence. I have several rather good pieces of original art in the villa. I speak some German, when pressed. I practice a hobby that is intricate, time consuming and took years to learn; it shall always engage me and shall never bore me. I swim in the bay often. I disdain the tourists who flock here. It is always summer; warm, but not oppressively so; the fine lace white curtains move in the breeze and the jasmine is always flowering and pungent.