I have been reading this book, ‘The Wind-up Bird Chronicle’ by Haruki Murakami (great book by the way, definitely worth a read if you have a chance), and somewhere half way through the main characters wife disappears. Now, if you have read any Murakami you know that his writing is so effortlessly descriptive that it almost seems like he’s painting a picture. He can spend two pages just putting into words how a character feels as the light changes in the room. This being said, when the mans wife disappears he begins to think back and remember the early days of their relationship. Murakami writes, “She could wear the plainest article of clothing and manage, with the roll of a sleeve or the curl of a collar, to transform it into something spectacular.”
These days, in the world of mens wear, the word sprezzatura, or the nonchalant imperfection of the italians, has become a hot button for anything cool. There is definitely something to be said for style and putting together clothes coherently but, something I am personally only beginning to grasp is the skill of wearing clothes. Not only how you put them on, or what you wear but, how you move in them. How you connect with what your wearing so that it looks and feels as if it belongs there.
At this point I’m not sure if its something someone can cultivate or it comes from finding things that make you feel most comfortable or even if its learned but, there are few things more beautiful then someone who truly knows how to wear their clothes. Once upon a time I was told, “you really can wear a pair of jeans,” and of course that is a hell of a compliment but, I think Im only starting to really understand what people see when they say things like that.
Its partially about attitude, its partially about fit, its partially about comfort, and its partially about nothing at all.