I have been collecting photos of fascinating men of the past, unearthed from antique shops and flea markets for a year or so, when my blog ( realnob.blogspot.com ) was born and I was in utopian search of the secret of male elegance. Of that eternal and incorruptible elegance that no longer belongs to the generation of my father, the generation that lived the ’68, but that one of my grandparents.

The lady on the right looks like something out of a Yohji fashion show.

I don´t know her, I just now that this picture has taken in my favourite hotel in Majorca, the Formentor. It was first opened in 1929, and about five years later this pic was taken. I find it most inspiring, not only because of her outfit, but because of the shape her body draws against the background

This is a photo of my beloved grandmother, Audrey.

Sartorialist note – notice the button placement on his DB jacket We don’t know much about the gentleman on this picture, despite the fact that he always wore something in his breast pocket. The photo reads something in the back in a mix of french for the title “Le Leme “(North of France, near Paris), and Italian for month “Aprile”

Here is my grandfather, Harry Walters. It was 1928 after a few months out in the mountains of Southern California on a hunting/mining trip. -Carol I am delighted to send in photos of my great grandmother Alta Phillips

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