Tight, faded jeans on a woman whose waist is not quite flat, but curves or slopes in profile. A small pooched belly in tight jeans, I guess. Also a woman walking barefooted while wearing said jeans, especially if the cuffs are slightly worn and frayed.
For some reason I love women’s arms in black, sheer, loose sleeves - like tafetta or other gauzy materials.
Would I be bringing the level down—or up—too much if I voiced a preference for men in white tie and tails? Nothing makes even the schlubbiest of schlubs look sexy like evening dress.
I like a man in a simple black wool turtleneck sweater, gently cuffed around the neck, which gives me the excuse to touch his face as I pick bits of pilled sweater caught on his stubble); and sleeves ending just below the wrist, so if I want to know the time I can reach over and slide the sweater up around his wrist myself . . . or watch him do it and imagine how that hand would feel sliding my shirt up around my body . . . ooooh, where was I?
Also, a nice full overcoat that billows slowly out behind a man as he walks down the street is never a bad thing to see. It’s kind of like a cape. With sleeves.
Any kind of hat.
Baseball hats with the pony tail pulled through.
Big broad brimmed hats.
Hats that are part of a (yum) uniform
Oversized Top Hats
Clothing to match said hats.
… collecting plenty of fodder for future writings …
cool.
I see a character intro that would go something like:
*He strode confidnetly into the room and she felt a quiver flash through her as she saw that he was wearing her favorite outfit. She loved it when he wore that wonderful coarse cable knit fisherman’s sweater. He typically wore it with no shirt underneath, so it showed off his shoulders beautifully. The sweater was accompanied by one of his favorite pairs of faded Levi 501’s. They were just about half a size too big for him, but as he sat down, she smiled at how his thighs pulled tighly into the denim. He exuded a particular warmth today - his deep green eyes glistening in the sunlight as he looked at her … *
I’ll third the thick, cotton cableknits. Preferably an off-white or oatmeal, with a loose turtleneck. Perfect with the broke-in 501’s and some brown Doc Marten or Timberland boots, and 5’O’clock shadow.
Cotton cargo pants that sit just a bit lower than they’re designed to, and have a nice drape to them, if you know what I mean.
Crisp white shirts on waiters.
Button down shirts with the top two buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled to just below the elbo, to show off muscular forearms.
I always tell my wife she looks completely adorable/sexy in the mornings, before she’s completely awake and her hair is still messy. And it’s the pj’s too.
She always laughs at me, but I am completely serious. <shrug>