I cannot describe how I love to look like a guy from a 1970's erotic film

I cannot remember writing about style, even though my blog was once described as a Cosmopolitan for men, but the tiem for writing about it has come:

Every guy has style, but not all styles fit them.

I once found a Mexican website specialised in tacky people, there I saw an amazing picture of a guy in an aeroplane laughing to the camera wearing sunglasses...big mistake, the poor guy looked pretty stupid.

I think we all have seen dozens or hundreds of Italian men wearing sunglasses even when it is dark outside (or bight inside)...even thought those Italians look stupid, they don't look as stupid as that Mexican in the aeroplane...and I know why: Because Italians don't take pictures of themselves laughing.

I cannot describe how I love to look like a guy from a 1970's erotic film, or simply like Burt Reynolds.

Some days ago in Chihuahua, my brother gave me an old sport suit in overweighted-Italian-gangster-from-New-York-style. Yeah like the Italians from the movies of Scorcesse, De Palma and even Jarmusch (you see this kind of sport suit in Ghost Dog and Coffee and Cigarettes).

My brother was fascinated by the idea that I was going to travel back home wearing it in two of the biggest airports in the world Houston and Frankfurt. And I had to do this...with style.

So, the problem was “How can I not look stupid wearing that stupid sport suit among thousands of tourists, business men and celebrities?”, and the answer was easy: don't laugh.

Here some pics, enjoy yourself:

in the VIP area

many Oscars with moustache

as any jet set, I had a jet lag

after resting at the VIP area...right at the gate

I traveled of yourse, on a Thursday

back home