This link is from a while back but I just thought of it a moment ago. Have you seen Garance Dore's website? A beautiful women with a passion for capturing beautiful things in sketches and photographs. Naturally, she's french and has seen the most wonderful places and is attached to a most delightful man (the Sartorialist, himself). Maybe I should stop...
The point of all this: Garance meets a frenchman in New York City reading a book all by his lonesome. He seems perfectly enchanting and bachelor-like in his washed denim shirt and scruffy chin until Garance discovers a secret in his pocket*--his chest pocket. Oh, if it isn't the most romantic thing I've ever seen! I want a man of my own, so at the very least I have a reason to make hearts.
*I didn't even realize the dirty joke until it was written. Is that bad?
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