Seeing a well-dressed gentleman on the street gives me great delight. Especially when he’s doing the kind of quiet activity – sitting at a cafe or reading a newspaper – that gives me time to appreciate the subtle details in his outfit: a crisp pleat in the front of his trousers, or the play of textures like a cable knit on tweed.
I think this attention to subtle details requires a certain kind of presence. Someone who complements his tan by balancing shades of navy linen with black suede loafers must take joy from observing the world around him.