A few weeks ago I gave you all “the only photo you’ll need this spring,” but I’ll be honest, I’m already over this season. For the past month or so, we’ve all basked in the warm haze of sun-filled afternoons, only to wake up the next day and discover dreary mornings that call once again for down filled jackets and more than a few layers. I for one feel duped, this is not the tranquil season I was promised after a seemingly never ending winter, this is an inconsistent, insult of a season that makes a mockery out of all spring’s that have come before. Have you had enough of my strained, mid-week prose yet?
Anyways, since I have personally declared this spring to be dead to me, I would like to bypass it as soon as possible and skip straight to summer, which brings me to this photo, which has been occupying crucial real estate in my bookmark bar since I first came across it nearly a year ago. But alas, it’s time to set this image free upon the menswear masses once again. I’m sure you too have seen this photo before, in fact, you probably follow the very Tumblr that I found this photo on to begin with (all credit to Antonio, I only hope we see some elements of this photo in an upcoming collection for a certain brand.) I often begrudge the internet for erasing all traces of a photos actual origin, but here I am guilty of that very act. I couldn’t tell you who took this photo, or where it’s from, but I can give you an overwrought analysis as to why it’s the only photo you need for this summer.
First off, dark shades that actually fit this guy’s face, not swallow it whole. Below that, we have the open, lightweight patterned shirt with lower armholes, and a loosely cut body. It might “anti-fit,” but make no mistake, it still fits. Of course, this guy went with white denim, which I’d say is one of those few “summer staples” that every blogger and magazine back issue says you must own, that you really must own. And hey, his espadrilles actually match his surroundings, which is more than I can say for most people that I see wearing them (myself included of course.) Interestingly enough the look is broken up by an unexpectedly traddy ribbon belt, with what looks like some sort of engine turned buckle on, which leads me to suspect that this fellow is a Connecticut Yankee in Re Arturo’s Piazza.
So there, I just gave you nearly four hundred fifty words on a single photo and I couldn’t even tell you it’s source. Gee, what a long, strange week it’s been.