Wonderful pic. You can’t beat capturing a time when elegance and personal style were not uncommon. One can only hope that as he ages to be as well put together and crisp as this gentleman. Love the collar pin and tie clip.
if i hadn’t realized the importance of looking sharp in the face of casual fridays, this post would start me thinking about how these guys have taken such pride in their appearance for such a long time. i venture that sunday’s are not the only days this guy looks so put together.
Curley was one of the elevator operators in the 1980s at my high school in Brooklyn (it was 13 stories tall!). He was always super nice. Amazing to see him here! He had to wear a uniform when he was at my school, but here he looks really dapper.
I’ve never commented on one of your photos before, but this one particularly struck me. This man exudes so much confidence and pride in himself that it just spills out of my computer screen. Simply fantastic.
You are often in Harlem on Sundays–are you going to church or are you going to a gospel brunch or just plain brunch somewhere? Or shopping or what? And how do you travel so much & stay sane? Your wife must be a really nice, really cool lady.
Whatever you do there on Sundays, I love it. Go to Abyssinian some Sunday and get some shots of the folks; you’ll be in sartorial heaven!
What I particularly love about both of the Harlem portraits is the personality of the subjects, which is so apparent in their dress and demeanor. At a time when so many choose to be sloppy, and at an age where they could get away with wearing whatever they want, they’ve both chosen to look sharp because they’re proud of who they are and the lives they’ve led. There are whole worlds within these photographs. Thanks for sharing them with us, Sart.
This gentleman isn’t an usher, but a deacon. He is charged, as a deacon, to wear a black suit, white shirt, black tie, on 1st and 3rd Sundays. You can best-well believe that this young man wouldn’t be seen in anything less on the respective Sundays. He reminds me very much of the deacons in the church that I grew up in. Many African-Americans escaped the Jim Crow South in the 40′s, 50′s, and 60′s, and their wonderful style infiltrated places like Harlem, Detroit, Chicago, Philly, etc.
I’m sure that this youngster was no different. The church gave these men a sense of belonging and something to represent. It beams through their confidence and the way they don their duds.
I want to applaud this blog’s diversity. You never fail to impress me with your eye for not only fashion, but the confidence and swagger that it takes to be a true man of style.
As a resident of Harlem, it’s nice to see some of the locals on your blog. I opted to live here, rather than SoHo, Billyburg, or the LES, because it’s beyond stylish and not at all obvious. Cheers and Props to you and the stylish residents of Harlem.