While it’s true that I do love a sharp dressed man, it’s the realness found in a bit of disheveledness that is most irresistible to me. I claim to have no fashion sense, which is true to a certain extent, but I generally do know what is socially acceptable; I just ignore it 😉
It’s understandable then, why the Robert Herrick poem Delight in Disorder, is a favorite:
A sweet disorder in the dress kindles in clothes a wantonness;
say it with me: w-a-n-t-o-n-n-e-s-s
A lawn about the shoulders thrown into a fine distraction;
blue is always a fine distraction, IMO
An erring lace, which here and there enthralls the crimson stomacher;
the tie laces through the collar & the eye is drawn to the stomach area *pats self on back for finding a connection*
A cuff neglectful, and thereby ribbons to flow confusedly;
a too-long cuff confuses the outfit. don’t dismiss the shoes, there’s a whimsical kind of anarchy about them.
A winning wave, deserving note in the tempestuous petticoat;
raised arms could possibly show the midriff; work w/me people, this poem is about a woman!
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility;
loosely tied boots. finally, an easy one!
Do more bewitch me, than when art is too precise in every part.
I love these trousers and I won’t apologize for it.
–yes, I know disheveledness is not a word but if Richard can weigh himself down with multiple strappy bags, I can use made up words 😀
Nowhere in Particular RA 