Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue to the Rescue
by Tux Toledo
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James
floated my 1963 Silver Cloud III down Post Street and glided it to an
imperceptible stop in front of the Kensington Park Hotel, a nicely
appointed inn occupying what was once exclusively the Elks
Building. I had been unable to secure a proper residence and
was therefore staying in a hotel. Mind you, I could have done
worse than the Kensington Park. The inviting lobby with its
warm Spanish wood ceiling was reassuring in an old world sort of
way. Tea and sherry were served every day at 4:00 P.M. in
front of the lobby's tastefully designed fireplace. Very
civilized. It was not a bad place to temporarily call home.
James exited the Rolls and leered at the car double parked in front of
us. Yes, it was one of those tasteless, new Rolls Royces with
all the style of overcooked pasta. The owner of the new
Rolls, a flamboyant man in a $3,000 overcoat, emerged from the hotel,
gave the doorman a $50 tip so all could see, did the same with the
valet who had retrieved his car, and recklessly slid behind the
wheel. The tires chirped on the cool pavement as he sped off.
"Distasteful, isn't it, James?" I was referring to both the
car and the clothes. When it comes to clothes it's not how
much you spend but how you wear them. Some people can break
all the rules and still look devastatingly dapper.
Others? Well... Style, you either have it or you
don't. And if you have it you have it all the time.
James gave me a discreet nod. The valet offered to park my
car, looking forward to another $50 tip, but James would have none of
it. Good chauffeur, that James. Worth the
difficulty of finding.
© 2008 David Biagini