Well, let me tell ya, I seen some things in my day, but these fellas in Paris, they got a style all their own. You see ’em walkin’ down the street, they look like they stepped outta one of them fancy magazines. This whole “Paris men’s street style” thing, it’s somethin’ else. They call it men’s fashion, I reckon.
Now, I ain’t no expert, but I know what I like. And these fellas, they know how to put an outfit together. Lots of dark colors, ya know? Black, gray, that kinda thing. They wear these coats, long ones, make ’em look all important-like. Neutral colors, they say. Keeps it simple, I guess.
And the shoes! Oh, honey, the shoes. Shiny, pointy, sometimes with them little buckles. Not like the boots my old man used to wear on the farm. These are…fancy boots. Paris men like them boots, I tell ya. And scarves! Even when it ain’t that cold, they got a scarf wrapped around their necks. Makes ’em look kinda mysterious, like they got secrets.
- Black clothes, lots of ’em.
- Gray clothes too, mix ’em up.
- Them Parisian men love their fancy coats, long ones.
- Shoes that shine, pointy toes sometimes.
- Scarves, even when it’s warm out, they wear ’em.
And they walk so fast! Always in a hurry, these city folk. Heads down, lookin’ straight ahead. Like they got somewhere important to be. Maybe they do. Who knows what goes on in them big cities. Paris street is always busy, lots of people, lots of cars, all that stuff. Makes my head spin just thinkin’ about it.
Sometimes, ya see a pop of color. A bright shirt, maybe. Or a hat. But mostly, it’s them dark colors. They like to blend in, I reckon. Like they’re all part of some secret club. The “Paris Men’s Style” club. Ha! Wouldn’t that be somethin’?
They got these fancy stores, too. Windows all lit up, clothes on them mannequins. Lookin’ all stiff and proper. Not like the clothes we wear, that’s for sure. These are… special occasion clothes. Every day is a special occasion in Paris, I guess.
And the way they wear their pants! Tight, most of ’em. Not like my old man’s overalls. These are skinny pants. And they roll ’em up at the bottom, show off them fancy socks. Paris style is somethin’, I tell ya.
Some of these fellas, they carry bags. Big ones, leather ones. Not like a purse, mind you. Man bags. They carry their important papers in ’em, I suppose. Or maybe their lunch. Who knows. Men’s street fashion is full of mysteries.
- Street style, that’s what they call it.
- Fancy stores with fancy clothes.
- Tight pants, rolled up at the ankles.
- Man bags, big leather ones.
- Metallic outfits sometimes, shiny-like.
You see all kinds of folks in Paris. Young, old, dressed up, dressed down. But these fellas, the ones with the style, they stand out. They got a certain… I don’t know… a certain way about ’em. Confidence, maybe. They know they look good, and they ain’t afraid to show it.
This one fella, I saw him, he had on this…this shiny jacket. Like a disco ball. Neon outfits, some call ’em. Not somethin’ you see every day, that’s for sure. But he wore it like he owned the place. That’s Paris fashion for ya. Bold. Different.
Then there’s the ones with the beards. Oh, honey, the beards! Big, bushy beards. Makes ’em look like lumberjacks, almost. But fancy lumberjacks. With them tight pants and shiny shoes. It’s a whole look. A whole Paris men’s street style thing.
I reckon fashion is like that. It’s always changin’. One day it’s this, the next day it’s that. Hard to keep up, especially for an old gal like me. But it’s fun to watch, I’ll give it that. It’s like a parade, almost. A parade of Parisian style.
These fellas in Paris, they got it figured out. They know how to dress, how to walk, how to carry themselves. They got that street style down pat. It’s a sight to see, that’s for sure. Makes me wish I had a reason to wear them fancy clothes. But I’m happy with my old dresses. They’re comfortable. And that’s what matters, ain’t it? Being comfortable in your own skin. Even if that skin ain’t wearin’ no fancy Paris men’s street style.
They got these animal prints too. Like a leopard, or somethin’. On their coats, on their scarves. Animal-print outerwear. Wild, ain’t it? Makes ’em look like they just came from the jungle. But a fancy jungle. A Paris jungle.
