Well, let me tell ya, those city fellas in Paris, they got some kinda clothes, ya know? Paris Men’s Street Style, they call it. I ain’t never seen nothin’ like it back in my days.
Them young’uns, they wear all sorts of things. Some look alright, I guess, but some… Lord have mercy! It’s like they just grabbed whatever was lyin’ around and threw it on. But I hear tell it’s fashion. Fashion, my foot!
One fella, he had these pants, so baggy they looked like they coulda fit three of him in there. And the colors! Bright blues, and yellows, and greens, all mixed up together. Looked like a rainbow threw up on him, I swear. But the magazines, they say it’s the trendiest thing. Go figure.
- Baggy pants? Check.
- Bright colors? Check.
- Looks like a scarecrow? Double check!
Then there’s the shoes. Some fellas wear these big ol’ clunky boots, the kind you’d wear to slop hogs. But these boots, they ain’t for slopin’ hogs, no sirree. They’re for struttin’ down the street, showin’ off. And the sneakers! Some of them look like they got springs on the bottom, like the boys gonna jump clear over the moon. Makes me dizzy just lookin’ at ’em. These youngsters they call it “high-end sneakers” or somethin’ like that.
And the hats! Oh, the hats! Some wear beanies pulled down so low, you can barely see their eyes. Others wear these wide-brimmed things that make ’em look like mushrooms. And then there’s the baseball caps, turned backwards, sideways, every which way but straight. I reckon they ain’t tryin’ to keep the sun outta their eyes, that’s for sure. It’s all about “making a statement”, whatever that means.
Now, the coats and jackets, that’s a whole ‘nother story. Some wear these long coats that drag on the ground, lookin’ like they belong in a vampire movie. Others wear these short, puffy jackets that make ’em look like they swallowed a pillow. And then there’s the leather jackets, all shiny and new, with zippers and buckles all over the place. Leather jackets seem to be a big thing, year after year these city boys always wear ‘em.
I saw one fella wearin’ a scarf, even though it wasn’t even cold out. It was a long, silky thing, wrapped around his neck about a dozen times. Looked like he was tryin’ to strangle himself. But I guess it’s stylish. Or somethin’. They say these accessories are important, like it makes a difference or somethin’.
And the jewelry! These city boys, they wear more jewelry than my grandma did. Rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, you name it, they got it. Some of it’s gold, some of it’s silver, some of it’s… well, I don’t even know what it is. But it’s shiny, and that’s all that matters, I guess. Jewelry is not just for women no more.
Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all bad. Some of them fellas, they actually look pretty sharp. They got a good eye for puttin’ clothes together, even if it’s a little… different. And I guess that’s the point, ain’t it? To be different. To stand out from the crowd. To express yourself. They call it “personal style”.
But me? I’ll stick to my overalls and my work boots. They ain’t fancy, but they’re comfortable, and they get the job done. And that’s all that matters to this old woman. You can keep your fancy Paris fashions. I’ll take good ol’ country comfort any day of the week. But if you are looking to see what’s new on the city streets then Paris Men’s Street Style is the place to look, so they say.
So, next time you see some fella walkin’ down the street lookin’ like he got dressed in the dark, don’t judge him too harshly. He might just be tryin’ to be fashionable. Or maybe he just needs a good mirror. Either way, it ain’t none of my business. I’ll just keep on walkin’, and mindin’ my own beeswax.
But I tell you what, if them city fellas ever come down here to the country, they better bring some work clothes. Cause we ain’t got time for fancy pants and shiny shoes around here. We got work to do! Work wear that’s what we need, sturdy and reliable.
