I’m not one to shy away from shameless exploitation of the sexes, especially if it’s all in good fun. As we slowly ebb into fall, all those beach bodies on glorious flagrant display are opting to modestly disappear behind the opaque barriers of fabric. With the fall, comes the addition of clothes for the creatures of the beach, setting the stage for a new form of ogling to take place.
The male chest in a well fitted dress shirt, that’s what sexy this week.
I love the cut of a well tailored dress shirt and the way it fits the body. The buttons, the cuffs and collar, yoke, colours and patterns, sewn together to form the garment worn for business, casual, or a hot night out. Well pressed and starched to lay smooth across a well defined chest and dutifully conceal the results of long hours at the gym.
Did I say I love dress shirts? Have I been making that clear?
The sculptural shapes reminding me of Greek or Roman statues, so stylish, so sleek, so sexy, have me flicking my head from side to side giving meaning to the term “self whiplash”. Yeah, I may be a bit eclectic, ok maybe a lot, but I’m sure I’m not the only who appreciates good style on a man.
Aesthetics aside, there’s the symbolism, the ideology, the metaphors………..who am trying to kid?
I love dress shirts, I love the way they look and fit, and feel, they are sexy, all day, all night, and when I go out, I always prefer a button up shirt on the men with me.
That’s what sexy this week, the male chest in a well fitted dress shirt.