dansar04:

Diplomatic Ties part 85: Barutti

dansar04:

Diplomatic Ties part 85: Barutti

“And we walked out once more beneath the stars.”

—Dante Aligheri, from “The Inferno”, translated by John Ciardi (via the-final-sentence)

thestylebuff:

Clement Chabernaud for Man About Town by Andreas Larsson 

thestylebuff:

Clement Chabernaud for Man About Town by Andreas Larsson 

“Detachment is not that you should own nothing, but that nothing should own you.”

—Ali ibn abi Talib (via rabbitinthemoon)

lnsee:

Classic

cadeandco:

Ascot Chang, Ambrosi, Drake’s, Armoury Slippers, Ring Jacket, Sozzi Calze. 


“The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.” - Ernest Hemingway

“The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.” - Ernest Hemingway

(Source: kamasitra, via workingmans-blues)

oldworldwisdom:

“… a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door.  And of all the forgotten faces.  Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth. Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father’s heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone? O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When? O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.”
- Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel

oldworldwisdom:

“… a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door.  And of all the forgotten faces. 
Naked and alone we came into exile.
In her dark womb we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us has known his brother?
Which of us has looked into his father’s heart?
Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent?
Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door.
Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.”

- Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel

(via principlesofaesthetics)

modernartillery:

PJ Napoli x Orazio Luciano

Undeniably Neopolitan. The fit and feel (to me) is incredible.

Paired with:

PJ Handmade royal oxford Thomas Mason shirting

Drakes Cashmere tie for PJohnson (old but aging well)

Herringbone hand rolled linen square

116610LN

(via blazerandtie)

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