With the assumption that this mountain-lined city would only spawn turquoise-jeweled tackiness, I was pleased to find some true style-licious souls in downtown Denver. Although The Caves, a band originating from Kansas City is not from Denver, this is where I found them, spreading a little more personal coolness for the public to enjoy.
Please don’t ever stereotype gay men to be the well-dressers of our time because I’ve known and seen plenty of gay men who really don’t have a clue in style, let alone interior decorating and cleanliness. HOWever, here is Trenton outside of the Blackbird bar in the Stro who knows how to mesh patterns and stripes like a pro, a bona fide Crossroads-finding, slash, originally-owned, slash, designer-labeled, slash, put-together-d gay bro.
Me: Is that real?
Him: Yes, it’s all real.
Loved these style-mavens on my flight. From arm armor to casually cool layering of shirts and of course the hair and shades as a necessity for overcoming the bright lights of the sky. Perfect balance.
Talk about well-dressed, passionate, well-spoken, talented, and very well-mannered. Where will young women find a young man like this these days? On a very wet and dreary summer day in San Francisco when youngins would like to play xbox, Gabe Cave (geeeeeez, even his name is so cool) caught too much of my attention while I was trying so hard to be a “normal” commercialized shopper. What happened? Of course I stopped. What a heartbreaker.
Loved his pink and white checkered tie combo with a white shirt and grey cardigan and everything else dark (mind you, dark pieces that complimented the ensemble not just because it is too easy to pair things with outdated black). Not only did he know his style, he knew his food, telling me this restaurant in the Mission was good only until too many people found out about it. Cheers to a diamond in the rough as with style and food in San Francisco.
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