About This Blog.

I'm the kind of girl who bakes when she's upset. I get weak in the knees for a man in a sultry dinner jacket. I'm obsessed with menswear. I love art. I love photography. I love style. I can't tell you one designer from another, but I can tell you what I like when I see it. I'm a music whore. I like far too many songs, and far too many bands. (Feel free to give me new artists to obsess over) I dream of extensive travels. I'm about 70% ambition and 30% sarcasm. I like to think I'm a New Yorker that was born on the wrong coast, but I am such a California girl. I have a deep appreciation for anything tall, dark, and handsome. I love old movies more than is healthy, and I like to document my heart's desires. That's basically what this blog is. You never know where life will take you, but it sure is an adventure.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

MEN.

First of all, I am obsessed with manly fashion. If I were a man, I'm pretty sure people would think I was gay, with how into loafers, suits, and bow ties I am...but I digress. Most of these pictures I got from here. This Is NOT New, is pretty much the love of my life. It's every thing I've ever dreamed of, in one. (Well not everything, but most everything concerning MEN and how they look. Delicious.) ANYWAY, needless to say, I spend wayyyyy too much time on that site. Drooling. Here are some pictures of my favorite things. (These all also look much better if you look at them while listening to Young The Giant: here, here, aaaaaand here.)

I go weak for dinner jackets, I tell you! I could look at this man for...well forever.


They say you can tell a man by his shoes. I would agree. By seeing these shoes, I would like to know this man. (The pants aren't too shabby either.)


UGH. Loafers. Fitted shirt. Fitted trousers. White jacket. Suspenders. I could die happy.


Now this guy reminds me of LDS missionaries, just much more attractive. I'm glad Elders don't look like this. It just helps me not snuggle attack them.


I have such a weakness for men in hats. I don't know what it is. I love, love, love his coat too. Again, really good shoes. And jeans. I guess the dog is cool too.


I can't even get to his outfit, his face is so distracting! His hair is EPIC. I just wanna run my fingers through it. Repeatedly. Also loving the scruff. Definitely been on a light beard kick lately. Sexy.


So basically, I have hair, a shirt, and shoes similar to this lady's...does that mean I can have the man too? (What did I just say about beardage? Agh.)


BECAUSE, if I had that man, we could have sons and dress them like this. Oh, how I love fall layering. And those lil rain boots are about the cutest thing I've ever seen, other than the kiddo wearing them. I think I'm on a kid kick too.


I am a California girl, and I will ALWAYS love a man in Vans. Or skating. Or in a suit. This guy's a straight up triple threat!


Ryan Gosling, I will have you! You can do no wrong. Even if you did, I don't think I would notice.


Oooh, oooh, oooh! Color coordination, oh my! Love hats. LOVE those shoes, love cable-knit sweaters. Such swag.

Pop of color? I love you. Look at the bandana in the pocket! Gen. Ius. Genius, I say!

You, my dear readers, will soon learn that I have a slight things for legs. Don't ask me why, I haven't figured it out yet, but a guy with legs from here to Canada, kind of makes me melt a wee bit.


I'm a firm believer in James Franco. Something else you will learn. He's talented, driven, smart as all hell, gorgeous, and funny. He is perfection in human form. Well at least to me. Don't judge.


A man in a good suit will NEVER get old. Woof.


James Maitland Stewart. My perfect man since I was 4 years old.

Somehow the last three pictures ended up B&W, but that's ok. I love me some B&W photos. Personally, I think it seems that a well dressed man in this age is nothing short of a phenomenon. To me, that's pretty sad. I've always loved watching movies from the 40's partly because I love the clothes, and I love the way everyone acted. It was such a classy time. Men were men, and women were feminine and treated respectfully. Sometimes I think we get so caught up in the next big thing, that we forget to appreciate others along the way.
Take some time to not only smell the roses, but thank the gardener, eh?

Xoxo,

M.D.

Things I love, love, love.

In no particular order:

Who doesn't love a good bow tie? I love the pattern mixtures. I LOVE cardigans. And color? I know I can't resist it. Obsessed.


Puppies. THEY'RE JUST SO FREAKIN CUTE


Mmmmm, photography.

Cars, sunset, going somewhere with your best friend.


I WILL HAVE THESE. Eventually.


PARIS. Ugh. I die.


Piano. I should play more.


If I could only get my eyeliner to do that woosh out at the ends thingy, I would be quite a happy girl.


When I have children, I want them to look, Just. Like. This. Oh my sweet heavens, he's so friggin cute. UGH. The cuteness hurts my face. I can't even talk like a normal person, I'm reduced to babbling.


MUSIC! I never have silence.


BOOKS. BEACH. SHADES.


Artsy-fartsy woodland pictures? Hells yes! I love a good hat, sweater, and old camera combo.

This will be in my future home. Tell me if you see what it is...


I love: LOVE. And on-top-of-the-head kisses. And plaid. And boys in hats. Agh.

Well folks. This is just the beginning. I look forward to this blogging adventure. More to come.

Xoxo,

M.D.