After yesterday's post about female style icons I realized that nearly everybody -- Cathy included -- has a style icon except me. I am among the icon-challenged.
I've thought about possibilities but I'm hitting a wall.
Naturally, one starts with those one is said most closely to resemble.
Zac, obviously. But he has very different coloring than I do and he's hardly a fashion leader.
Paul. He was short, but I don't know...I'm not feeling it.
Dan. He's certainly attractive in a boy band sort of way, but that shirt...no, he's off the list.
Then there are the classic debonair types:
Elegant and well tailored all, but I'm not a suit and tie sort of guy. I've never worn a pocket square in my life and I'm not about to start now. Uh uh.
What's to become of me, readers? It's like being out to sea without an anchor or a sail or a rudder or something; I haven't spent much time on boats to be honest.
So this is what I ask of you. You know me pretty well by now. Give me two names. One a living person, one dead. Living, so I can trust this person dresses like people really do today; dead, so I can potentially track down some of their old clothes.
As for valuable prizes, I have some fantastic vintage patterns I've accumulated over the last year. I'll let you pick one; we'll work something out. But goodness, I would hope you'll do this out of friendship and not for the reward.
I'm a native New Yorker and self-taught sewing fanatic! I've been sewing obsessively since 2009 and today make all my own clothes using mostly vintage patterns and vintage sewing machines. Welcome to the warm and whimsical world of Male Pattern Boldness, where the conversation is sewing, style, fashion, fabric, and more!