Let’s start with the herringbone pants working off the checked sportscoat.
Let’s consider the knit beanie layered under the traditional Moroccan straw (cactus straw?) hat.
Let’s talk about the subtle black/white graphic patterned clothing contrasting with the boldly colored yellow shirt, green tie (hard to tell exactly), and orange knit.
Like yesterday’s gentleman, I have no idea how carefully these choices were made, but I don’t think this is just another happy accident. Â After tomorrow’s post at 2pm you will have a tough time saying that the gentlemen in this random market, in a random town in Morocco aren’t capable of making their own stylistic choices.
Honestly, I was surprised at how many comments I got like this from Bogart:
“No Sart, he probably found that jacket on the same dump as where he found the rest of his outfit. Gimme a break will you!Â ”
But this was balanced by comments like this from Laura:
“I come from a developing country and I think itâ€™s very silly to assume people who have less money or lead different lives from you live in tragedy every day of their lives. The Sartorialist is more respectful to the man by assuming that he is capable, like any human being, of enjoying what he wears and wanting to look nice even if he is going to work, than people claiming that a man who looks poorer than they is not only uninterested but almost incapable of enjoying beautiful things or of matching colours or looking at his clothes in the morning and deciding a particular combo looks nicer than another. Where do you think ethnic costumes or crafts come from then?? From a tragic life of having no time to have even a bit of fun? You show your ignorance by assuming that. People donâ€™t have to lead your way of life to be happy sometimes. Go to a developing country and actually look at the people. I see nothing in this manâ€™s face except seriousnesss and a bit of tiredness, which everybody feels sometimes.”
I think this blog is at its very best when we can all respectfully share our point of view and maybe learn something from one another. I think it’s very interesting to hear peoples’ view of what is poor and what is poverty. Â To me, poor is just poor, but not sad or desperate. Everyone I shot in Morocco was just plain poor. Â Poverty is different. I find poverty much harder to shoot so I don’t or rarely do. Â Maybe when I go back to Morocco or other developing countries, I’ll ask the people I shoot if they consider themselves poor or suffering in poverty. Â I think the gentleman in these images would say just plain poor and I find no shame in that.