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Say Bonjour to B. L. Baracus - Better Looking Baracus, Bryan (his real name) Baracus for short straight out of the 80's A Team only not choked in gold or excessive face hair. However, the little imp in me would like at least one heavy duty gold chaps but then the neo Baracus wouldn't really be more than an impersonator. Oh no this isn't a throwback, go away with that, it's a neatly finished comeback! I screamed, jumped and hugged then did the same in reverse for nothing but my love for his strip fro. He got me thinking, men have been terribly shifted what with the limited scope of garments (not even a hairy mole or pimple on the face of ladieswear) but B. L. Baracus has highlighted that hair is the view from that prison window... The one thing men are able to use to escape the confines of limited apparel.

It's all in the hair they say and this not only applies to the fairer but to the three legged people and more so are they using this conduit to reach style far out of reach from the norm. Hair is a level playing ground now, an allowance for possibilities without fear of reprisal or question of sexuality. In fact tresses are no longer a feminine term. When you think about it, how many men do you know that may possibly have better hair than you? Now, that said this do really is the albino of the Sudanese family. Mohawks are played to point of penalty but this is a refreshing take on a tired and middle aged hairdo. An afro slash mini high top slash afro mohawk slash partial baldness. B. L. Baracus Je l'aime. This is the only photo I managed to get before my battery died oh :(, but even looking into his eyes reminds me of something like the word 'Mustapha' and the hyena trio in the Lion King. Shivers! But with happy goosebumps.

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I see them, so many of them! The chic homme.

 

I recall summer being the woman's fashion parade, a sort of beauty contest where men tingle with excitement at viewing the seasons produce of beautiful bodies, allover gorgeousness poetically topped with sunkisses. Men couldn't wait for summer bunnies while the summer bunnies couldn't wait to buy and wear shoe, bag and body candy. The revolution has been televised people, for the men still sit on their hands waiting, watching even sometimes getting but now, women with new improved mojo can't wait for summer to deliver them the irresistible man...and as luck would have it summer never fails! We are beside the homme sitting (more graciously), patiently with our bums on seat and hands fixed firmly between and besides ourselves with the selection... Parade away, so we too can ogle, admire and more certainly be satisfied with the well dressed meat summers oven has so nicely cooked! Hoorah, now everyone is part of the parade! 

 

Dare I say it, its not enough nowadays to just have a beautiful face and body (it's preferred but not required and it seems everyone is beautiful). No, my friend, you can even have a not so beautiful f&b but you must....and a must it is to have a style (any), and a swagger. M.I.A probably pops to mind, right? Computer says no! Swagger as the urbandictionary.com puts it, is "How one presents him or her self to the world", but it's more than that, its a type of suave swagger. Further education required? Well it's a coolness, confident ambience, a togetherness, comfortability (if there's such a word), sensibility, personality, everything in between and underneath the clothes. Pour homme it's a kind of strong-ness wrapped neatly without pretence but with abundance of intrigue. How I can go on for days but for sanity's sake I weren't, instead visual tools are provided below of the typically chic homme. *I'm partial to the smart chic homme. 

 

So there you have it, the two essential S's (style and swagger) and part of your now '7 A DAY' - plenty of fruit, veg and general good looking-ness. This prerequisite applies to all, and no extenuating circumstances allowed.

 

 

 

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