A Boy’s Obsession With Pink

 

 

(Jacket: Tommy Hilfiger/ Shirt: Rodarte x Opening Ceremony/ Pants: Marc by Marc Jacobs/ Shoes: Moods of Norway/ Sunglasses: Ray Ban) 

I want to be insightful and say my interest in pink began as a revolt against the limited market of the color offered for boys, at least when I was a little boy. I’m not quite sure how, or exactly when really, it happened. But, ever since I was old enough to visually appreciate color, I have been obsessed with pink.  My mom tells me I was a picky little dude who would only eat with a pink spoon, wear rosy tees and sleep in pale fuchsia-colored sheets.  My love for the color actually almost cost me my life when I was a kid. My grandmother bought my female cousin and me two pales to use at the beach, one was blue and the other was the most brilliant shade of bright bubblegum pink that perfectly matched at least three of my t-shirts. Being the favorite grandchild I got to select first. Guess which pale I selected?   My cousin, a typical little girl who shared my love of the color, also wanted the pink pale. Later that day she expressed her frustrations and pushed me in my grandparent’s pool. I nearly drowned, but was saved buy a visiting neighbor. Despite my near death encounter, I’m still a major fan of the hue. Today I’m wearing Tommy Hilfiger’s pink linen blazer styled with black trousers, a matching floral shirt, and of course a Ray Bans. There’s something so lovely and masculine about a pink blazer paired with a matching shirt. Especially when that shirt has flowers on it.