I grew up in the early to mid 80′s and Prince and The Time were a huge music and style influence (ask my sister).
When I see a gentleman like the the Deacon I shot in Harlem yesterday I don’t see him as an “exotic” but as someone that brings up very fond memories of that time in my life.
The start of my style education was with those guys in The Time. Just because I never wore a Zoot Suit or Stacy Adams (I did have baggies – ask my sister, she might have pictures) doesn’t mean that I wasn’t heavily influenced by the concept. Again, and I hate to use the term, but it was a case of abstract inspiration.
These guys were all about style with a capital “S”. Style for them was all about getting women, and as a teenage boy in Indianapolis that sounded pretty good to me. As a result, I never thought that fashion wasn’t something most straight guys talked about. If I felt totally comfortable talking about clothes with my guy friends it’s because it was so normal in the music I was listening to at the time. I’m sure that is a part of why I like Kanye now.
If you are embarrassed by the image I posted today or see no value (aesthetic or educational) then you really need to ask a few questions before you attack. This gentleman is as basic to my personal catalog of style as any old Italian gent that I have ever shot. I hold him no higher or lower on the style scale, he just is what he is and I accept it and delight in it.
I had a lot of fun finding these pictures for this post.
I always dreamed that one day I would be that guy standing behind Morris Day. No, not the white guy, the other guy with the red tie – Jesse Johnson.
Really, can you doubt that I would become The Sartorialist if this was the music I was listening to at 14 or 15.
None of my high school friends were surprised when they learned what I was doing now.
Look at those pocket squares!!
PS. Thank God I just missed that whole Cameo sensation.