Well, let me tell ya ’bout this young fella, JFK Jr. He was somethin’ else, ya know? Always lookin’ spiffy, like he just stepped outta some magazine. Folks always gawkin’ at him, and for good reason, I reckon. He had that style, ya know, the kind that makes heads turn.
His daddy, JFK, well, he was a big shot too, but this young fella, he had his own way of doin’ things. Him and his wife, Carolyn, they were a picture, lemme tell ya. Always dressed to the nines, even when they was just walkin’ around. Fashion, they called it. I guess it’s like puttin’ on your best Sunday clothes, but they did it all the time.
- He was tall and skinny, like a beanpole, but clothes just hung right on him. Suits, ya know, the fancy kind, he looked like a million bucks in ’em.
- And Carolyn, bless her heart, she was a looker too. Real purty, and she knew how to dress herself. Bright colors, they suited her. Even that blonde hair, though it looked a bit unnatural to me, it made her shine.
They say folks copied their looks. I can see why. He had this way of makin’ even casual clothes look good. Like them wide pants and sweaters he wore on vacation. Looked comfortable, but still stylish. Not like them ripped jeans the youngsters wear these days, mind you. Those just look like they got caught in a fence.
And Carolyn, she could wear anything. One minute she’s in a fancy dress, all sparkly and stuff, the next she’s in jeans and a tank top, walkin’ the dog. But even then, she looked put together, ya know? Not like some folks who just throw on whatever’s closest. She had a sense of style, they called it. I guess it’s like knowin’ which flowers to put in a vase so they look just right.
They took pictures of ’em all the time, them paparazzi folks. Everywhere they went, click, click, click. And folks ate it up. They wanted to see what they were wearin’, what they were doin’. It was like watchin’ a movie, only it was real life. And they always looked so darn good. He even looked good as a little fella, saluting his daddy. I saw a picture once. Cute as a button, he was.
He went to Brown University, ya know. Smart fella. But it wasn’t just his brains that got folks talkin’. It was the whole package. The way he carried himself, the way he dressed. He had that somethin’ special, that charisma. And Carolyn, she had it too. They were a power couple, I guess you could say. Like them movie stars, but realer, ya know?
Now, I ain’t no fashion expert, mind you. I like my clothes comfy and practical. But even I could see they had somethin’ special. They made clothes look good, not the other way around. And that, I reckon, is what true style is all about. It ain’t about how much money you spend, it’s about how you put it all together. Like makin’ a quilt, ya gotta have the right pieces and put ‘em together just so.
JFK Jr. and Carolyn, they were somethin’ else. A real class act. And though they’re gone now, folks still remember ’em, still talk about ’em. And that, I reckon, is a testament to their style, both inside and out. They left their mark, that’s for sure. Just like a good strong cup of coffee, they made an impression.
So, if you ask me about fashion, I might not know all the fancy words, but I know what I like. And I liked the way them two looked. They had somethin’ special, somethin’ that made you wanna look twice. And that, to me, is what matters most.
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