Prince of Wales suit at the races.

What I wear today.

I think I'm in some kind of crysis, as I'm not able to ask people on the street to take their picture.

Too shy? Don't know.

Too many attires not worth a picture? You bet!

Sad but true.

Instead of providing pics of strangers I want to show you my WIWT.

Funny little guy in a shop window.

Gentleman at Anson's II

How to arrange your finest booze.

Dear readers.
I just became aware of Richard's latest post on his famous WASP 101 blog so I have to respond right away :-)

I think I finished the arrangement of my bar(s) some weeks ago by buying another great carafe for some fine Cognac (the square bottle on the left hand side of the right silver tray).

The portrait photograph behind the left tray shows my late maternal grandmother, who was never a friend of alcohol. She always gave a serious (from her point of view) warning to my sister and me about the effects of alcohol, what was good for a laugh, because of her odd oppinion. Her words of warning are pretty funny, but only in German...

Right Grandma, here's to you

On the street: The odd jacket.

Pls. take a closer look at the jacket's details.

Gentleman at Anson's.

Good shoes - bad shoes.

My latest purchase: Light brown bucks.

If you're a pimp, you might like this nastiness below:
(I wasn't allowed to take pictures in the mall, so I had to shoot from the hip)

400 Euros? You gotta be kiddin'!

Pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary.
So I'm chasing b*tches like Tom's chasin' Jerry.

On the street: Funky loafers and a nice scarf.

On the street: The interplay of color and complexion.

Proper complexion and clothing coordination.