russian classical authors like guys from high school
(just some of them, both novelists and poets)
Pushkin: popular guy who’s good at freestyle rap, untrustworthy
lady’s man, the main editor and the founder of school’s newspaper, fluent in french
Lermontov: Emo, loves the most popular girl in school, but also hates her (and the rest of the school too), reckless, likes mountains and the idea of spirit of freedom, good at painting, but nobody knows.
Leo Tolstoy: teachers hates his essays bc they’re too long, writes text in half-page long sentences, cheated on his girlfriend several times.
Gogol: some dudes are mocking him bc of his nose and haircut, has good sense of humour, writes satirical articles for school’s newspaper, loves everything his mom cooks.
Dostoyevsky: likes to stay in the shadow, had difficult childhood, once forgot to return a pen he had borrowed and can’t sleep well at night ever since, poor, hates bright colours
Kuprin: desperately falls in love with everybody, constantly writes lots of love letters, buys expensive jewlery to his girlfriend.
Griboyedov: natural born diplomat, sharp-witted, mood swings, travelled to middle asia once, wears glasses and fancy scarfs.
Bulgakov: smokes tobacco pipe, likes black cats and tweed suits, wears monocle and lots of hair gel, mysterious, walks a lot at night.
Esenin: underage alcoholic, an actual hillbilly, girls always love his hair, spends at least one month in the summer in the coutnryside with his grandparents, always ready to fight.
Mayakovsky: tall and loud, talks about weird futuristic shit a lot, always makes up new strange words, good at debates and discussions, depressed deeply inside, somehow handsome.
It’s easy to understand why Ralph Lauren is still considered to this day as one of the most successful brands of all time, not only by those inserted in its aesthetic sphere, but by every reputed personality in menswear, regardless of personal style and taste. In my opinion, Ralph Lauren owes its success to brilliant storytelling and the early adoption of the “lifestyle concept”, the introduction of narrative and context to fashion.
This concept has been so exquisitely explored throughout its life cycle that the Ralph Lauren aesthetic is an immediately recognisable trademark. Even if the quality of the lower tier lines isn’t what it used to be, they still provide timeless garments that don’t compromise the integrity of the brand as a whole. Another superb aspect of Ralph Lauren is the ability to adapt and expand to new markets without ever losing its DNA - be it on RRL, RLX or Home, lines who seek to attract distinct consumer profiles, traces of the brand’s universe remain.
A perfect example is its AW17 collection from the luxurious Purple Label line. If you haven’t seen it in person I recommend doing so the next time you visit one of their flagship stores, trust me it’s worth it. This top tier line delivers some of the most high-end garments around, made from luxurious fabrics and portraying an uncanny attention to detail in both design an construction. Usually associated with a more formal style due to the outstanding suiting offerings, usually accompanied by the expertise of their in-house tailors, Purple Label has been evolving, currently offering a wide range of styles as seen above. From 3-piece suits, to tuxedos, playful ikat patterns and sweatpants, the collection sees the Ralph Lauren man as a whole, providing spot-on options for different occasions - what’s not to love?
“We like each other…But, you know, the thing about when you like someone is…Oh, it’s about like respect, and wanting each other to have a nice time…because I like my job and I want to enjoy it. And I think that Joel
describes it brilliantly. He says we all felt - and especially the two of us -
that we were carrying something very important and precious together and that
was our job, and so you can’t help but need each other.“
– Ruth Negga on working with Joel Edgerton on ‘Loving’
I’ve been a longtime follower of the Friday Inspiration (Fredagsinspiration) feature on manolo.se which are outfits put together by the various contributing editors . I noticed that I was really drawn to some of the outfit much more than others. When I looked deeper, I noticed that all of them were put together by some guy called Olof Nithenius and he has since become a good friend.
Today’s inspiration comes from my friend @olof1982 who is another guy that looks great is suits or casualwear. From my own experience, there’s a framework to wearing a suit but it is wide open when it comes to the casual side of things. Hesuccessfully navigates these sartorial waters just like Steve Zissou and has been a great supporter to others as well. Looking through his feed, you can see the various ‘shout outs’ he has given to people whose style he likes. I have had the pleasure and honour of being mentioned as well.
After all my casualwear, I decided to take some inspiration from one of Olof’s more tailored looks - a beautiful green jacket with a grey tie. I’ve taken the liberty of imagining the kind of shoes he would wear and came up with my favourite dress shoes which kind of symbolises his style - comfortable and beautiful at the same time.
Olof has now started selling some of his own designed bags, accessories, shoes and a number of other things at olof1982.com and I have the fortune of owning his Urban Biker square which I am using here. I think it’s apt because it also shows Olof’s casual side - that’s not supposed to be him in the square but I thinkthat’s what happened and it’s exactly the kind of thing he would wear.
Jacket - P Johnson with Caccioppoli Napoli green donegal tweed
“…they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.” James Joyce, “Ulysses” 1922
It’s no secret that Michael and I clash. My dislike for him is rooted in the fact I can see in his eyes that he wants to be like Tommy, and I don’t particularly like Tommy. I mean, I respect him, but I don’t like him, so I’m definitely not going to like a second rate copy of him.
Michael’s dislike for me is rooted in the fact he knows I don’t like him. That and the fact I’m a “gobby cow”… His words.
That’s how it started any way, but now Michael’s developed into his own - there’s still a little too much imitating Tommy for me to like him - and I can’t deny his ambition and drive is impressive. And he’s learnt to appreciate my confidence and honesty. Although we’d never admit it, we’ve both started to respect each other a little bit.