In 1987 when we were living in Southern Connecticut, San Geraldo had a business trip to San Francisco. I was going with him. It was three months after my father’s death and My Mother The Dowager Duchess was about to turn 60. So we invited her along.
My mother and I sat next to each other on the plane. San Geraldo was one row back. As boarding continued, a very attractive woman came through the door and walked down the aisle toward us. She had red hair and was dressed in teal blue from head to toe.
As the woman approached, The Duchess commented in a stage whisper, “How beautiful.”
We hadn’t noticed that behind her was a little boy. He also had red hair and was dressed entirely in teal blue.
The Duchess stage-whispered, “Cute.”
A moment later, an extremely large man came lumbering down the aisle. He had red hair and also wore teal blue, top to bottom. A matched set.
The Duchess harrumphed, “Well that’s just a bit too much!”
CLICK THE IMAGE AND DECIDE WHAT WORKS FOR YOU. AND DON’T WORRY WHAT THE DUCHESS MIGHT HAVE SAID. SHE HAD A TEAL BLUE “JOGGING SUIT.” SHE DIDN’T JOG.
Living here in Fuengirola, a small-ish city (population 75,000) on the beach in Southern Spain, I sometimes miss out on the latest cool fashion trends of the big cities.
So, one nice thing about spending time in Brooklyn (at 2.6 million, the largest of the five boroughs of New York City) and seeing the style of the people who live along the beach there is that … well …
I’m beginning to appreciate the daring fabric combinations some people wear. Admittedly, some mixes still hurt my eyes (and my sensibilities). Yet others are not only daring but show a great sense of design and flair (in my opinion). I myself have become more adventurous in my pattern choices — although not yet in public. Unless, that is, I get hit by the proverbial bus.
(Click any image for a big, bold statement.)
FARMERS MARKET, OCEAN PARKWAY, BROOKLYN.
GRANDFATHER AND GRANDSON, NEPTUNE AVENUE, BROOKLYN.
SHOPPING IN BRIGHTON BEACH AND
WALKING ON THE BOARDWALK.
BACK HOME IN FUENGIROLA.
IN BROOKLYN: MY UNDERWEAR AND FLANNEL LOUNGERS
SET AGAINST THE BED SHEET.