You just have two types of men
We live in a time where boxes seem forbidden because the individual takes center stage and that is great because every person is different. Yet we dare to say that you can roughly divide The Man into two types: the BOSS The Scent man or the rougher BOSS Bottled type. As flag bearers, these groups of men have Jamie Dornan on the left (think skyscrapers, helicopters, a perfectly arranged walk-in closet, a range of suits, shirts with starched collars, at most a one-day beard, a sleek car maybe with a chauffeur and oh, fill in the list yourself) and Chris Hemsworth on the right as the big billboard of the BOSS Bottled group (think chopping trees, sawing wood, checkered shirts, arms like steel cables but not from the gym but just from chopping and hauling stones and building treehouses, the rough shell white core unpolished caveman, I might say.
It is up to us to categorize our men into one of these groups. Easy for me because my man is BOSS The Scent in every way. He is the type who treated himself to a worker as a student, who knows the difference between the half and the full Windsor (if you are type BOSS Bottled: the Windsor is a way you DO NOT TIE YOUR TIE strictly) and who can tie both blindfolded, who will never be seen in a tuxedo before 5:30 PM, who always has the bottom button of his jacket (say ‘blazer’ and he will do something to you, just like with ‘suit’ or ‘shirt’, it is jacket, suit, and shirt) undone and who, when he stands up for someone he respects, will smoothly close the top button of his jacket. His laptop is always nearby, he keeps his money in a cardholder from Tod's, he loves privilege cards (Avis Preferred, Privium, that kind of thing) and will always ensure that the sleeves of his shirt (AND NOT SHIRT) are just a sturdy one and a half centimeters longer than those of his jacket (AND NOT BLAZER... or worse: BLAZER). His tank is always full or at least never empty. He also loves a fireplace and a fish on the barbecue, but he doesn't necessarily need to have chopped that tree himself or personally caught the fish, nah.
Yesterday I interviewed Jamie Dornan, a.k.a. frontman of the BOSS The Scent group. And BOSS the Scent suit and arms like steel cables, I really saw that through his BOSS collar. But I still crawled intensely satisfied against my copy, because no one I would like to button the buttons of his shirt (or open) as much as with him.
In collaboration with Hugo Boss
