Could he be a librarian? Could he be my Literature class teacher back in high school? Coffee or tea, which one does he prefer?
Fashion journalistic questions aside, here’s my love for this guy. I couldn’t really tell why.
But oh yes I can. Many menswear enthusiasts idolise Mr Angelo Flaccavento for they say he is “well-dressed.” (It’s not a surprise when you’re named one of the best-dressed men in the industry.) But for me, I have some other reasons more specific than that overused umbrella term.
It was his super thick beard that first tucked my heartstring. I mean, c’ mon – it’s thicker than his hair, and it’s thicker than my broom laying at the room’s corner. I can NEVER grow a beard like that because I’m a hairless Siamese cat. Secondly, there’s his perfectly rounded skull.
Perfect curve akin to a full moon which send shiver down the spine of werewolves. It’s even more obvious when he’s not wearing his favourite beanie or hats.
I could never have that because I was born a cone-head my hairstylist said so.
At this point, you might have noticed my unconventional observation skill qualifies me for a role in NCSI, but that’s not it. One very important reason I admire him is his style which contradict with mine in many ways:
- He wears natural, very short hair (or no hair); I keep my hair long and dye the shit out of it
- He wears pants with wide legs; I wear everything slim.
- He wears soft-tailoring or soft-tailored jackets; I like my jacket structured with sharp lines.
- He’s 100% a “suit guy”; I might only be 50%.
He inspired me to experiment with his understated style, and to rethink things like bow-tie, double-breasted jacket, men clutch, bright beanie (well, not quite applicable in Malaysia,) soft-tailored jackets and basically things that are not so slim slim.
Speaking of that, I always have a thing for fashion writers and journalists when it comes to style inspiration because I think they’re the real deal who do the jobs.
Style bloggers and celebrities are like the animals in a “zoo.” While they’re captured, raised and then trained in an environment mimicking the wildlife which is meant for “performing” in front of the general public who has no access to the “real” wildlife, these fashion writers and journalists are the wild ones living in the safari.
A picture of a zebra taken by the National Geographic team at the safari shows more “reality” than a picture of a zebra taken by a tourist in a zoo.
That’s why I treasure street style photos of these writers and editors more than photos of anybody else (that also explains my love for them, and my tendency to idolising them.)
Truth to tell, I very much admire French Vogue editor Emmanuelle Alt and her style. But I’ve yet to find a male style icon whom I truly admire from head to toe.
Could Angelo be the male-version Alt I’ve been looking for? Maybe.