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. 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! ”But this was balanced by comments like this from Laura:“I come from a developing country and I think it’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 don’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 man’s face except seriousnesss and a bit of tiredness, which everybody feels sometimes.”
Maboc!!!???
