Right. Time for some positivity about man-shopping in Paris! The last time that I wrote something nice about parisian men was probably my post on their derrieres.
… Let’s talk about suits, baby!
The average american suit is boxy, ill-fitting, and generally drab through and through.
But in Paris? Hell to the no.
Ladies, if you’re like me, and one of your time-consuming hobbies is admiring a snappy suit on a man, I advise you to take the metro line 1 out to La Défense on weekday mornings.
I used to work out there a few years ago, and I swear to you, the ONLY thing that made rush hour commute bearable was the fact that you could get up close and personal with some of the most impeccable suiting on the planet.
They’re not all sporting Zegna, but they don’t need to. The suits are well-tailored, are cut to show off all my favorite man-parts, and, in short, are glorious to behold.
And, of course, a nicely framed man-butt.
These are not to be confused with boy-shoulders, boy-torsos, and boy-butts. I have absolutely no love for the skinny-ass coat-hanger sculpture with no meat or muscle on him. No lady wants something to poke her eye out whilst cuddling.
That being said, the skinny TIE, on the other hand…
I am a fan.
In my humble opinion, a man needs a perfectly-tailored jacket to pull off the skinny tie, and I am happy to report that there is a pleasant proliferation of nicely pulled-off skinny ties on the line 1.
The take-home message here is this:
I like the parisian suit.
However, that does NOT mean that I have to like the parisian IN the suit.