Styling The Man

this old jeep in my neighborhood


Dress for comfort. Let your wardrobe be tastefully unobtrusive.

Members of the family

Figurative motifs.

©Charles David

NOTES: Looking for a way to retire a few of your ties from that large collection? Then here is my advice. Put aside the neck ties that get compliments from the ones that don’t.

Winter In New York!

The sun always sets on.

old stockholm

©Charles David

Strangers In The Night

A man’s shoes are the details of his soul


There’s something akin to bliss when I slip into a phenomenal pair of shoes. The way the foot is embraced by a snug, but not tight, grasp of enfolding Italian leather. Toes happy in the proper wiggle room of the toe box, make you dream of tap-dancing up the wall, across the ceiling and out the window into the radiant beam of a Brooklyn full moon. This is how unapologetically pleased I am, slipping into a favored pair of chukkas by designers Christian Kimber and Antonio K. Ciongoli. The designers brief but brilliant collaboration which lasted three seasons, produced some of the finest treads in the men’s sportswear and footwear department. The pair I’m very much in love with, are the hue of fresh grasshopper, softly Green suede, with a tender, furry nap, like velvet. Accented by British waxed canvas piping shoelaces and the definitely kinetic commando sole in Black.

Suede is an incredibly robust material suitable for all seasons and, I enjoy wearing it year round. Once smitten, you may never look at your conventional shiny leather footwear with the same eyes. And though it doesn’t wear or scuff easily, these you just don’t kick off into the tumble of shoes on the floor of your closet. Just a gentle brushing up of the suede nap with a baby hair brush will do the trick. And, these puppies do require a proper shoe tree. Try Christian’s own.





Every new shoe has its own special character: its true beauty will not appear to its best advantage unless it is worn with appropriate clothing and on appropriate occasions. 

My number one goose chase

Succulent Goose FleshVertically dense, Hong Kong remains a financial hub of global impact. Adventure abounds in its history: Kowloon Bay teems with great tales as one takes in the panorama of vessels afloat. Its skyline is an amazing cobble of sleek glass towers, colonial British structures, beautiful pagodas and other traditional structures.

Which is all well and good. But Hong Kong is also one of the world’s greatest food cities and, I have come on an adventure, into the magnitude of Cantonese culinary bounty. I come for goose, precisely spiced, crispy skinned, luxuriously fatted, and the succulent dark tender flesh within. On this, my premier excursion to Hong Kong, a dear friend living here had sworn by the roasted goose at Yue Kee, one of the few restaurants since the 50s, still using charcoal ovens to cook their goose. No pun intended. I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into some of this famously juicy meat.

I touched down in Hong Kong and I was salivating like a cartoon coyote. I boarded the airport express, and was on my way, taking in the bustling sceneries, and vibrancy of this energetic city embraced by the surrounding beautiful emerald-green mountains. Once settled into Yue Kee, we started the evening’s pleasure over a soothing cup of Maofeng tea of the Yellow mountains, followed by a nice fruity white from the riesling collection, a fine one to encourage the appetite to acts of bravado. Yue Kee’s customer base is a great mix of locals and enthusiastic world travelers. The decor was a template for many familiar restaurants in San Francisco, Flushing Queens and others throughout the globe.  I had only eyes and the palate for goose. Ok, we’ll do the deep-fried squid with spiced salt and soy sauce goose intestines. Tasty, I know. And, yes a little palate balancing with something green. One came steamed to a verdant perfection, the other had spent but a blink of an eye tossed in a sheer veil of roasted sesame oil. All this accompanied by steamed white mountains of fluffy rice, which was to me the epitome of Cantonese snacking. And one of the best meals I ever had.

In the evening we took a drive. The sun had eased behind those lush green mountains, but the heat and frenetic bustle buzzed on. Driving towards Victoria Peak, we were soothed by fresher, cooler air, as we made our way up along the winding roads. Once atop the glorious Victoria Peak, the view over-looking the entire city, stretching to infinity and beyond simply takes the breath away.

A tip of the hat

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A handsome topper makes nearly every man look like a protege of George Raft.  A snappy dresser, dapper.

Hats are marks of distinction; they can add an element of character of the wearer. Think Indians Jones and his hat. They’d be no hero there without the hat. The hero is always the one with the hat, riding up in the nick of time. Bear in mind, a good position is everything. Therefore you should rock it at an angle. Whether your face is long, square, round, or a combination, when properly angled, the shadows compliment your better features.

Which hat style looks best on you? Is it a Tribly or porkpie style? This style tends to have a sharp, moderately sized crown, with narrow brim, hense the term  stingy-brim, which looks great on a man with a small face and narrow shoulders, say like Sinatra.? Or are you the Homburg or fedora type, which by virtue of their generous brim, add balance for a man with a more medium to wide jaw, full face and broad shouldered. Which ever you choose remember, hats are very visible, and you don’t want your hat to be wearing you. Therefore you should wear it in your correct size; width of hat’s crown should match width of your face. Brim’s width should stay within confines of your shoulders, and rest 3/4 inch above your brow, and no better than 1/4 inch above your ears is the proper fit. And remember to pull it down slightly in the back, to allow your handsome face to be seen.


Naples’ noble empire

The beautiful time honored craft of bespoke tailoring rests eternally within the heart of Naples’ enduring cobbled medieval passageways.

O’MAST is a documentary about the strong, passionate life force of tailoring held in the Neapolitan former Kingdom. From the anecdotes spoken humbly by some of Naples’ master tailors, director Gianluca Migliarotti stitches together a story of spirit de corps, heritage and sartorial distinction.
From the opening panorama of the Bay of Naples as seen from a 16th century balcony, the soundtrack, an aging, jazzy, sinuous bit, Magliarotti wraps the audience and plants them in an atelier of the tailor Beppe Modenese and Marchese Giancarlo. Terrifically seamless editing-masterfully executed. When Antonio Panico spoke of his clientele spanning three generations, the perspective of commitment to a craft on an instinctive level becomes so clear. All those wonderful, rarified bolts of luxurious fabrics, seducing at decorum’s distance my willing heart.

Naples’ noble empire of bespoke craft reminds us of the day when attention to detail and passionate approach to one’s craft was not taken as a trend, a whim of branding. O’MAST is one for my collection, a permanent place among the other cineaste gems.

No easy suede

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Suede shoes make anything worn with them appear nonchalantly stylish; once shod in these beauties, smitten by the suede’s beautiful buff to a fine nap, aficionados only reluctantly return to the usual hard shine shoe world. The suede shoe in brown shows up well in every season, contrasting warmly against lightly hued spring colors, like crocuses peering over rich brown loam. And soft and comforting, a natural refinement accompanying winter-weight wools, worsted and flannels, for the freezing zones.

The suede shoe quite possibly made its American debut at the 1924 Meadowbrook Country Club in Long Island New York. There was a Polo match, naturally international in scope, hosted there. The invitees, crème de la crème of society’s crop all gathered. The Prince of Wales, the personification of English qualities, and a great source of inspiration, made the scene decked in a pair of brown buckskin suede casual lace-ups, another one of his unique sartorial pivots, under a double-breasted chalk-striped flannel suit with long rolled lapels, no doubt woven in his namesake pattern. The Man Who Would Be King’s avant-garde sense of style caused many waggish comments. On both shores of the Atlantic, there were those aghast and caustic. Some decried his choice as “a mark of great effeminacy”, others went as far as calling the footwear “brothel creepers.” Men of the era rejecting the Reverse Calf as suede was called, in favor of the traditional high polish smooth shoe leather, thinking the effect as breaching good taste, delicate and unmanly!

Haberdashers and other retailers of the time found them an awkward thing to sell. In that the hides usually came in natural shades of brown, clothier salesmen fussed about convincing their clientele on what they should wear with seemingly informal shoes. It seems the dandy won out. The social set, the style savvy, found them a refreshing, comfortable novelty. The next decade saw the novelty wear off and suede shoes found widespread acceptance with the masses, post-depression. Now came a plethora of shoe styles to accommodate the interest; cap-toes on town lasts-a predecessor to the wingtip Oxford preferred by businessmen, captains of industry, etc; rubber-soled Bluchers for motoring to the country and puttering about once there, and the ankle-high desert boot, now called the Chukka, which was originally designed with two eyelet laced and used for spectator sportswear.

Meanwhile the buckskin shoe had become such a favorite within the upper crust English club circles, that one respectable pair was all the well-dressed man needed in his wardrobe to consider his weekend dress complete. Here in America, the club set at Meadowbrook and Piping Rock adopted the informal look of a tweed hacking-jacket with Grey flannel trousers, nudging his argyle-socked feet into a favored pair and head off to motor through the North Fork with his lady-love by his side.

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