One evening in Budapest, l’éclat chaleureux of the window display of Bomo Art‘s fine stationery boutique on Régiposta utca cast a spell. I left with a plan, definite in resolution yet vague in specifics, to store some precious object in one of their attractive boxes.
“Here—rub a little baby oil into your kisser. If you want to stay young, you have to keep well lubricated.”
“Baby oil? What happened to Nivea?”
“Too greasy. Baby oil soaks right in. It’s the best thing for a man’s face.
“Isn’t baby oil just as greasy?”
My father raised a thick eyebrow. “Listen to me,” he said. “Learn my secrets.”
The funniest writing on dressing that I’ve ever read. Tom Junod’s article My Father’s Fashion Tips appeared in the December 1996 edition of the magazine GQ. Read the entire article at gq.com
Mia and Sebastian’s exchange will resonate with those in pursuit of dressing well. For many, though, their particular experience may have unfolded rather along these lines:
Mia: And though you look so cute in your—what’s it made from by the way?—suit…
Sebastian: Uh, I’m not sure. I think that it’s wool. Let me check the label… It says ‘Wool/poly…’ uh poly-something (I can’t pronounce that word) ‘blend’.
Talcum powder is a highly advantageous aide to enabling clothing to survive dancing. Athletic movement inside the often sealed and humid atmosphere of the ballroom leads to perspiration on the dancer’s outfit, which in turn results in that outfit acquiring an unpleasant odour. Continue reading “Talcum powder”