The first thing I noticed when I glanced at this picture was these aren't my kids. Anytime I see a picture with kids in it and their not mine I'm truly relieved.
Get the picture?
I have a lot of kids. Many evenings when we venture out to eat it's not unusual for everyone but the wait staff to call me dad...I mean really, it looks like a flippin United Nations meeting when we all sit down and break bread (literally & metaphorically).
Secondly, I noticed the "no socks"...a personal favorite of mine. When I lived in West Palm Beach, Fla. I would often see well dressed men with a tan that only Giorgio Armani & George Hamilton would envy, wearing "no socks" with loafers and a blazer.
Images of the Kennedy boys running around Palm Beach in their khaki poplin suits wearing loafers and "no socks" chasing women around with more than just bare ankles, often floated through my mind. Those kind of guys always look so rich...my wife says they look so rich because they are so rich.
She has a point.
Even though the guy in the picture is wearing saddle shoes (Loafers, saddle shoes...enough already...I'm starting to sound/feel like Carrie Bradshaw) he strikes me as a man that takes fashion serious. A man with a certain distinctive taste, a man that has style.
Add a bow tie and he would really be GQ.
sbb 24.3.10
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