On a dreary February afternoon in Gothenburg, as the rain painted the cobblestones of Lorensberg with a glossy sheen, I found an unexpected source of style.
Nestled amidst the scenic backdrop of historic villas and cultural landmarks I encountered a dapper older gentleman, embodying the timeless elegance that seems to permeate the very air of Gothenburg. At least in my mind.
As he waited for his taxi, his poised demeanor and stylish attire caught my eye. Upon complimenting his look and requesting a photograph, he responded, “Thank you and of course,” offering a glimpse into the personal stories that animate the city’s historic streets.
I asked him where he had gotten his walking stick and he responded:
You do not simply “get” a walking cane like this.
He went on to tell me that he had lived a good portion of his life in France and that men there do not have simple plain cane handles, but rather artistic and intricate designs such as his. He presented his silver woman. It reminded me more of The Spirit of Ecstacy, the Rolls-Royce hood ornament. Naturally in a different pose, though.
The whole encounter took about 2 minutes and as his taxi arrived he excused himself.
