So, right now I’m working on a Halifax Style issue–not a how-to, but more of a “who are we, what do we look like” story. It’s exciting but challenging, because there is a Halifax style; it’s just never been articulated. I am especially aware of it when I go away. It’s closer to Montreal than Toronto; somewhere between Helsinki and Hoboken.
Part of the assignment is a Halifax street style photo essay, a la sartorialist. Long overdue. Anyway, it’s fun to take out a fancy professional camera, stop people and tell them they have great style. No one’s turned me down yet. But what I think is wonderful is that it makes me acutely aware of everyone around me, and what they’re wearing. Without sounding loser-fashion-bloggy, I’m finding sparks of inspiration everywhere, whether people know they’re doing it or not–a dazzling belt buckle, a low-slung scarf, the cock of a hat. It’s like being in a Gondry film, or on shrooms, sometimes, watching people that closely.
There are a few photos I can’t use for the story, but I think are the most amazing representations of local style.
OK, so my favourite movie is Sound of Music. I did a SoM tour in Salzburg. I had a couple of nuns as teachers. But there is something so elegantly minimalist here–Comme des Garçons?–I fumbled with a camera to capture them as they walked away.
And then there’s this guy. If this man wasn’t my husband, he’d be on the cover. Sorry dudes, but a lot of you have some catching up to do. Classic old man chic (he coined it), with the fedora, a peach shirt, tinted glasses. Here’s a man who thinks about his clothes–I know, I’ve witnessed the closet pulls–but he doesn’t let it rule his life. Unbiased opinion: top-10 best-dressed men in Halifax. If you don’t believe me, that man up above is going to grow, style-wise, into this handsome art-world famous man, in a few years. He already owns the scarf.