My husband (not pictured) told me a story about how a homeless man recently approached Ozzy Osbourne for spare change. Not having any coins, Ozzy removed his gold crucifix from his neck and handed it to the man.
I’m not going to delve into the monetary value or symbolic relevance of this unexpected transaction. I am more interested (and quite frankly, more astonished) in the simple fact that there was a man wearing jewelry that wasn’t his wedding ring or a watch.
Of course this wasn’t any ordinary man. It was the self-proclaimed Prince of Darkness. But it got me thinking. How did we, as a culture, arrive at a point where men who weren’t rock stars, rappers, celebrities, or the Pope were excluded from the daily joy of self expression through jewelry?
Most importantly, what can we do about it? Because, here’s a little secret fellas, wearing jewelry is hot! (You’re welcome.) It shows confidence and style. We like that. We really, really do.
So I took it upon myself to invent a completely imaginary male, become his personal stylist, and go on an internet shopping spree. I surprised myself by making some fairly conservative selections. Perhaps I chose pieces that would be relatively easy for most men to wear (baby steps), or perhaps I hold some deeper gender stereotypes (won’t be tackling that in my first post!). Regardless, were I a designer, you better believe that I’d be picturing my ideal gentleman and designing with him in mind! And if he gave away a piece of my jewelry on the street…well, I guess someone else would have to write that blog. My fantasy shopping cart contains pieces by Jacob Albee, Talya Baharal, Klaus Burgel, Rachel Collie, and Todd Reed.