Styling The Man

Category: ACCESSORIES finishing touch

“I have nothing to declare except my socks.”

Via Snella Spring 2009 – Stockholm

 – Oscar Wilde

441 Humboldt St

Brooklyn 08 – ©Charles David

A Man’s Journey

MR. BOGAMILL – Once pieces of Poland became Germany, it was time to go, for him and family. Determined to escape the ravages of war in the only country they knew, inspired his journey in search of a life altogether new. When the spirit of perseverance took hold you see, they were happy to called home, this vast sunburned country.

Dandenong Mountains – ©Charles David

A Bug’s Life

Hanging Rock….

Hanging Rock – Charles David

DANDENONG MOUNTAINS

SHERBROOK FOREST

My Journey To Australia

The Apple Tree – day 1

Melbourne – ©Charles David

My Journey To Sri Lanka

©Charles David

The Box NYC

Children’s Joy Fund

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Children's Joy Fund ©Charles David

Oh Australia

I LOVE HER FAR HORIZONS – It’s been five months since my return to New York City, from the gorgeousness of Australia, and I can’t stop thinking of her. Her natural splendor took root in my heart, for which my heart refuses to let go. What a country! What a culture of people, so alive and engaging with the world.

The most difficult part has been culling down the photographs to the ones I want to post.  I have so many and I’ve have been so busy-time has eluded me. But I promise, it’s worth the wait. For now, here is a frame of one of her majestic sunsets. This was life for me every day and I had no complaints! To really give you a little idea, of how I felt during my stay in Australia, I wanted to share with you, “My Country” by Australian poet Dorothea Mckellar. I think she summed it up best.

To be continued…

Australia-2012 ©Charles David

The love of field and coppice,Of green and shaded lanes,Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins.Strong love of grey-blue distance,Brown streams and soft, dim skies –I know but cannot share it,My love is otherwise.I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!

The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land –
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand –
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

Haunted On The Hudson

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David

Haunted On The Hudson ©Charles David