This week's guest blogger is the super busy, super talented Emilia Terzon who has kindly taken time out from her European escapades to give us her thoughts on men's fashion. Emilia definitely knows her stuff: she's editor of Melbourne Street Fashion.com, a fashion features writer for Fallen Magazine and also a fashion contributor at Lifelounge. And we thought we were busy! Enjoy! P.S. Want to win a Comeback Kid gift voucher? Don't forget the guest blogger competition -10 days to get your submissions in!by Emilia Terzon
Buon giorno! Apparently, I’m currently touring one of the Fashion Destinations of the World. For those of you that detect a drop of cynicism in my tone, be placated by the fact that I have indeed seen some incredibly stylish things throughout my travels in Rome, Florence, Venice and Milan – like galleries, massively ornate churches, and orgasmic Miu Miu shoes.
Relaxing in the Borghese Gardens after a long day of not perving on Italian men.
Unfortunately, very little of this style has been upon the body of an Italian man under the age of thirty five. In short, I’m coming to realise that the drool-worthy examples of masculinity that we see in Italian fashion campaigns – like Gucci, Emernigildo Zegna, or Salvatore Ferragamo – are most likely the product of expert styling and keen skills in photoshop. Walking down your average stone cobbled street is a much different reality: a sadly repetitive case of skinny crème coloured jeans, overindulgence in cheap leather, schmick slicked back hair, and anything and everything bejewelled in diamantes.
Impossibly beautiful Gucci men – where are you????
You may judge my blatant (and wildly exaggerated) ragging upon the average Italian man as quite senselessly cruel and discriminatory – but I’ll have you know that, back home in Melbourne, I am quite well renowned for my ability to critically “appreciate” the male physique. Yes, I’ll admit it freely: I’m a total perve.
Before my own little personal Roman Holiday (sans Audrey Hepburn), I thought that this special characteristic of mine was the only reason I so often – very unsubtly – get distracted by stylish men walking down our streets. Now, from halfway across the globe, I proclaim that there may be a second reason: the city of Melbourne is a veritable smorgasbord of men experimenting with their individual style. What gal couldn’t help but feast on this buffet of calorie free delights?
Melbourne Men - My Mono Man
In the way of men’s style factions, we have many: skaters, doppelgangers, indies, punks – you name it. We’ve got monochromatic lovers who will brazenly deny the existence of colour. We’ve got long-haired grunge rockers in head-to-toe acid wash denim. We’ve even got romantic whimsical men who curl the ends of their moustaches daily and dress in matching pea-coat sets (bless their dear hearts).
Melbourne Men – Perfectly Preppy, Marry Me?
Melbourne Men – Grunge Ain’t Dead
All of these – and many more! – can be found across our beautiful city on any given day. They’re found walking down our vintage strips and rambling through our hidden laneways. They’re found in lofty boutiques appreciating both local and international fashion labels. They’re found rummaging through an op-shop bin – in numbers that increasingly rival their thrifty female counterparts, I might add - thinking to themselves: “with a little snip here, and a bias cut there, this four dollar chambray jacket could be something quite spectacular”.
Melbourne Men – Thank you, Savers.
Basically, in conclusion, Melbourne men: you’ve got some serious style. I now appreciate it muchly. Stay just the way you are: individual, playful, ever changing and sporadic. Don’t you dare go changing on me before I get back. Per favore?
Emilia x
