I recently watched Crazy Stupid Love and holy hotness. I've never really been the biggest Ryan Gosling fan {and I'm still not sure I am} but wowza can that man wear clothes. It was a pretty ho hum movie made totally enjoyable by Goslings outfit changes {does anyone else do this during lame movies? Watch the decor or the wardrobes rather than what's actually happening in the film?}

 There's something about a well dressed man that gets me every. single. time.

A well tailored jacket, a pocket square, a pressed shirt. Pants that actually fit. Good shoes.

To me, it says, "I like who I am and I take the time put myself together." Which, in turn, translates directly into confidence. And let's be honest, a man without confidence is no man at all. My father recently told my husband {in a very loving way} that he was intellectually arrogant. I like that. A whole lot. I find it very attractive...his intellectual arrogance that is.

This all comes from the fact one of my favorite bloggers is traveling to Atlanta next week and one of the stops she's making is at Sid Mashburn. If somehow some way you've missed all the press it has received over the years, it's a tiny men's bespoke shop specializing in "fresh interpretation of old standards." Everything from custom suits to Converse.

With vintage kilim rugs and oversized horse photography, what's not to love?

And when the employees look like this...

And the store looks like this...gold library lights and vintage Barcelona chairs....

Well. Confidence surly abounds. I told Brian last year that one day, some day, I'm taking him there. Me and him (Ann Mashburn is next door) and a weekend of bespoke.

Speaking of well dressed delights...the Romney boys. I suppose voting for Romney based on the fact he has attractive offspring wouldn't be quite right...if only he would give me another reason.