I realize that I posted last week about the attractiveness of suspenders, but apparently my roommates and I have been watching an awful lot of Torchwood lately, and when I see Captain Jack Harkness, all I can think of is how appealing he is. A major part of that appeal is the way the character dresses. Since he’s a man out of time, he wears fashions that are out of time as well, which is fine with me. Last night, in the episode “Meat,” I was reminded how much I also appreciate waistcoats with pocket watches tucked into them. This is yet another reason why it makes perfect sense that I majored in 19th Century British Lit. The way men dressed in the Romantic and Victorian Eras is so much more dashing to me than the way men dress now. I understand that times have changed, and with them the functionality of the clothing that people wear, and I’m grateful for the ease and comfort that we have now, but that doesn’t mean that modern clothes are anywhere near as beautiful as clothing was in the 1800s.
Another example of just how beautifully people once dressed is in this photo from one of my current favorite shows, Downton Abbey. It shouldn’t surprise my subscribers to learn that like Doctor Who and Torchwood, it was also produced across the pond. Unlike (most) episodes of the other two shows, Downton Abbey is a period piece, and the way Matthew dressed doesn’t contrast with any of the other actors’ clothing, yet as shown, he is no less beautiful as he matches well with his wife’s outfit.
On second thought, it doesn’t stop with waistcoats and watches. I’m quite appreciative of the entire package: three piece suit, top or bowler hat and all. Maybe I’ve read too many Dickens novels (though I don’t believe that to be possible) or spent too long immersing myself in the literature of the 19th Century. Whatever the case may be, if I were to run into Jack Harkness, Matthew Crawley, I’d do well to keep my wits at all. And if it happened to be that rascal Rhett Butler instead, then I’d try my hardest to make him forget all about that hussy Scarlett O’Hara Hamilton Kennedy before he married her.
Of the three men I’ve mentioned here, all are fictional, and if that makes me strange, then I’ll gladly accept the description. Like I’ve said before, those are the best ones! All of them also experience tragedy, but I’m okay with that too, as long as they look handsome while they bravely face it. Of course, if they look too good in their suits, I might have to borrow some smelling salts from Melanie’s Aunt Pitty-Pat, since fainting from heart palpitations in front of a man isn’t the most ladylike thing for a girl to do. And if anyone sees a man who looks like he walked out of a novel set about 200 years ago, l’d appreciate it if you let me know. I’ll make sure to invite you to the wedding.