Nehru Mens Suits Overview

Nehru mens suits are quite popular as they have hip-length tailored coats with a stand-up or “mandarin” collar, and modeled on the South Asian achkan or sherwani. This apparel was initially worn by Jawaharlal Nehru, India’s Prime Minister between 1947 and 1964, thus the name of the mens suits model. It is important to note that unlike the achkan that reaches below the wearer’s knees, the Nehru jacket is much shorter resembles the regular suit jacket in all aspects except the collar. Nehru leather jackets also became very popular throughout the past years and more and more designers are starting to include them into their collections.

This type of apparel was created in India in the 1940s as the Band Gale Ka Coat (the translation from Hindi/Urdu would be “Closed Neck Coat”) and has been quite popular on the subcontinent ever since. The most popular use was as the top half of mens suits for formal occasions. In Europe, it started to be marketed as the Nehru jacket throughout the mid-1960s, and was briefly popular there in the late 1960s and early 1970. The popularity of the Nehru suit excelled as it grew awareness of foreign culture. Also, the Beatles had a very big impact in popularizing the garment.

The Nehru leather jackets are considered to be brilliant articles of clothing. Man wearing Nehru leather jackets make powerful statements and get noticed very easily. The jackets represent the formal jodhpuri fashion, with a stand up collar suit lacking in lapels. The pants are generally very similar to the ones of the western style mens suits with one pleat, two pleats or without pleats. Also the pocket may be on the side or slant.

If you are looking for long Nehru mens suits, meaning suits with long jackets like 3/4 length jackets. You can just specify the length you want in the measurement and the tailor or the manufacturer will design a suit especially for you and with the length you requested. In general, the Nehru suit has a hip long jacket and in this case there is no difference between Jodhpuri suit and Nehru suit.

The most used fabric in the creation of these mens suits is terrywool, which is well known as the fabric for Nehru suits. This fabric is actually a blend of 35% Merino wool and 65% polyester. This is considered to be the best fabric that men can wear during summer as well as winter. Also the leather jackets in this style started to be quite popular and that is why several types of leather are used in the creation process, the most popular being the antelope leather.

The Nehru style mens suits have been copied all around the world but the actual cut obtained from the body measurement of oneself is possible at Jodhpur only, the place of its invention. In order to make orders you will be provided with measurement charts that must be properly filled in for the order. This type of mens suits can’t be readymade as they needsmeasurement of neck apart from other measurements.

The Nehru mens suits have traveled around te world and proved to be more durable than its promoter. Due to star supporters like Johnny Carson and the Beatles the style has become extremely popular. However, it would have slid into oblivion in the later decades if it wasn’t for the appearance of Sean Connery in Jodhpuri suit jacket in the late 1980’s. Then, in the 1990s the style became more and more popular as other celebrities started to think of it as being hip.

Look out, the French are coming

Look out, the French are coming
Prepare for an invasion Gallic style with the arrival of Sandro menswear

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What to Wear on A First Date ? 2 Easy Tips to Improve Men Appearance to Get Her First Impression !

   Some guys confused on what to wear on first date. They are nervous because first date is the most important whether you can go further or not. So, in order to get her impressed on her first sight then you must improve your appearance. Why? Because your appearance is really important! What I mean with appearance is not mean your looks. Instead, I am talking about making sure you present the best possible first impression when you are out meeting women. In other words, the clothes you wear and your body language will have a direct impact on your success rate.

   When you want to meet a woman on first date, then you must improve your appearance to get her first impression. Here are what you can do:

First, you must do the basics such as keep your teeth clean, get a cool hair style, keep all your nails clean and neat, keep your body clean, and use a good perfume. Pay attention to details. Why? Because women notice details that most men do not!

Second, you can dress something smart and match the trousers, shirts and shoes. Wear clothes which are fit with the color. Notice if your belt and shoes match!  For examples, I like to dress more nice casual clothes. I like to wear T-shirts with  black jeans and nice black shoes. This look with a nice leather coat works well in almost any situation. Do not forget keeping feet, shoes, and socks ultra clean and make sure yours shoes are polished!

   Lastly, I want to tell you that most women are generally impressed by men who have taken some effort over their appearance. By pay attention on your appearance, it will help you getting rid of things that are PREVENTING you from attracting women that you DO NOT EVEN REALIZE. Besides what you wear, women also notice what kinds of foods you like to eat. They notice all the details and then make assumptions about every other area of your life based on these details. However, you must be relax, lean back and talk to her like you are her best friend. HAVE A NICE FIRST DATE !

P.S >Have you ever noticed that the really attractive women never seem to be attracted nice guys? How many times have you taken a woman out to a nice dinner, bought her gifts and flowers, and had her REJECT you for someone who did not treat her even HALF as well as you did?

Find out the answers on the 10 Most Dangerous Mistakes You Probably Make With Women, and it’s going to teach you all about the mistakes that most men make, and how to avoid them.
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Rag & Bone designers to star in new documentary

Rag & Bone designers to star in new documentary
On the heels of their most successful collection to date, the duo behind Rag & Bone will join the ranks of fashion cinema stars with a documentary of their own.

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Why gays like to wear leather garments

When it comes to shopping for sensual and seductive clothing items, one of the most popular selections is leather. Gays love the feel, smell, and look of leather. It is practical, fun, appealing, and somewhat provocative all at the same time. Additionally, the idea of leather is sexy to many gays. This makes leather a great choice to boost self-esteem and to show your lover that you want their attention.

Now that we have determined that many gays love leather, lets look into why they are fascinated with this excellent fabric.

The Leather Smell

Leather has the ability to take on many scents for gays, some of which can become very attractive to people.

For instance, a standard leather coat will smell strongly of leather for years. However, as a gay wears the leather items, their bodily scent or cologne will also blend in with the smell of the leather. Having the smells mix like that makes for an intense smell of your lover that is well worth smelling.

When it comes right down to it there is nothing that compares to the smell of leather. It does not matter if you are dealing with leather clothing or toys, the smell adds to the moment for many individuals.

The Leather Look

Leather is one of those fabulous materials that provide gays with excellent self-esteem while they are wearing it. Gays look strong and studly in leather exude pure sex appeal. Gays and leather go hand in hand. Leather jackets and clothing were never as popular with gays as they were when they made them the culture-clothing item for gays around the world.

Gays can be transformed into sex kittens when wearing leather. Whether they wearing pants, a corset, or a teddy the leather will form to their curves, offer men the best view of her body while she is clothed, and offer women the pride and self-esteem that they often lack due to the sexy and confident clothing they have chosen to wear.

The way it moves

Leather is not a manmade material. Being that it is completely natural, you will find that the material moves with your body and contours until it molds to your body like a second skin. Additionally, as with all good leather items you own, the longer you own and use them, the better they become.

Leather goods are popular in lingerie as well as in club-wear. Thongs, shorts, and pouches are common for gay.

Additionally, leather goods are worth for gays considering when you talk about the movement that leather provides to them. From restraints and harnesses to whips and crops, leather will provide a firm yet gentle touch based on the delivering hand that swings the spanking.

Leather as a fetish

When it comes to fetishes, there are entire communities that become aroused and excited by wearing, feeling, and seeing leather items. Some people take this fetish a step further and feel they need to have the presence of leather around them in order to achieve a worthwhile climax. If that is the case, it is likely that they have several special items that are incorporated into their romantic exploits, whether they are clothing items used to seduce, or sexual toys used for fun of a different kind.

Many leather fetishists like gays prefer to wear leather lingerie. This allows them the hidden secret of their favorite fabric while they are out in public. They can enjoy the comfort and excitement of leather all day long. Depending on the severity of the fetish, the gay may wear a leather pouch. Of course, some gays are perfectly content wearing leather shoes and dreaming of moments when they will be wrapped in leather with their lover.

Leather provides a useful material and an attitude and strength that many gays do not seem to have without this simple fabric. Adding leather to their wardrobe can make them feel good about them self while spicing up their romantic moments and their sex life, too.

Leather is one of the most popular fabrics with gays for a reason. It smells good, feels good, and looks good. Now that we have spent some time talking about it, you should consider putting it on and seeing how well it works

The beginning of my new, twisted, romance novel. Is it ok, does it elicit any good emotions? Or just awkward ?

I was standing in front of a mirror, wearing a pink, frilly, prom dress, which is surprisingly out of character. I lifted my face and revealed a gaping hole in my neck. My esophagus was shredded and the veins were sputtering. I had a smile on my face, ear to ear. I lifted my hand and started ripping pieces of my flesh away from the hole, tossing them aside and laughing manically, until the esophagus stood alone, bare, blood bubbling out of the opening. My happiness was uncontainable, a toothy smirk, stretched my leathery skin into a pale and twisted manifestation of my darkest thoughts. My flashy dress was sprayed heavily in bright crimson liquid and the blood dripped in roving streams as I stood staring at my defiant reflection. The room began spinning, everything around me wavered and disappeared in a fury of darkness. My dress became a white lab coat and the gaping hole vanished, but the twisted smile lingered on my lips as I walked down a dark corridor that seemed to be within an old hospital. My over confident swagger caught me by surprise as the unnerving quiet left me wondering about the lack of patients. I reached up to my neck where the self inflicted wound had been and began scratching at the surface. The achingly beautiful memory of my single moment of insanity faded and became hazy as I searched the seemingly abandoned infirmary. The mildew on the walls gave off an odor most foul, as if this place had not been in use for years. Yet the gurneys and wheelchairs seemed perfectly new, no rips, stains or wear were present as it should have been, if the state of the walls were any indication. The out of place objects and the near mint condition ceiling and floor added to my tacit wonderment, still, I continued my search. My motives were unclear even to myself and the silence of the hospital smothered me with an unnatural air. A quick shadow leapt up the hallway and dug through my midsection making a clean opening in my stomach. The flash of a silvery blade passed by my peripherals and sliced up my side in an attempt to end my life. My eyes sparkled off of the tool and the darkness that engulfed the hall suddenly lit up and exposed my attacker. The raven black, flowing hair was befitting of his handsome demure. His chiseled features complimented his staggering height . He wore no shirt only a pair of black leather pants and he wielded an ancient long sword that dripped my life’s blood onto the clean linoleum. I smiled my twisted smile in thanks to this handsome stranger and slipped to the floor, hoping the end would come soon, before I had time to fall in love with the man standing before me. He reached down and gently cupped my chin in his large hand and kissed my discolored lips wantonly. I looked deep into his pitch black irises and whispered a plea of release. He stayed kneeling in front of my weakened body and watched as I faded with amusement, as if only to add to my unbearable agony. Just as the dark edges of death began gripping my flesh with cold fingers my attacker slipped his arms around my waist and lifted my fatal stomach wound to his lips. I felt his tongue slide into the lesion and heard the slurping of his working mouth. My dying body, almost completely numbed from the loss of blood, reacted in a surprising manner. It betrayed my thoughts and reveled in the slow and painful laps of his tongue, and the opening began to heal. I could see his eyes roll and the laughter in the black of his eyes glistened with haughtiness. My gasping mouth and weak flails ushered muted screams from within the deepest, most tainted, part of my soul. The dark man scooped me up and carried me further into the building and the dim lit hallway transformed into a solemn cave wall that smelled of sweet spring water and age old plants. The musky scent of the man’s sweat wafted up my nostrils as a draft blew from behind us.

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City of Chon, 1338 AD.
The crowds walked in a massive horde in the direction of the town square. Among, a hooded man in a travelers cloak walked at a steady pace with them, until he broke off into a back alley. He continued to walk steadily, side stepping anyone who came near. As he neared the square via the alleys he saw two guards standing in the alley, blocking his advance. They were both clad in chain mail shirts and simple tunics of the lord’s color’s. One held a spear and the other stood with his arm’s crossed.
“What are you doing here?” The one who did not hold the spear called.
“Just going to the Lord’s announcement” The hooded man replied, still coming closer. His voice was smooth and cool. “I have heard words from the streets that it will be of the utmost importance.”
The one with the spear grinned. “ you heard right, peasant.” He lowered the spear’s point at the man so that it was level with his heart and only a few feet from him. “Now get to the square by ways open to the public ” He ordered. The other guard stepped forward grinning.
The hooded man did not flinch and only stared at the ground. “But I’m not part of the public.” He said coldly, raising his face to the guards. His hollow silver eyes petrified them as his gaze held them.
“It’s him ” the one without the spear cried as he drew his sword.
The hooded man moved with unnatural speed and grace. His hand whipped under his cloak and flicked a shining blade to the neck of the spear holder. He choked as the blade sank into his throat. The first guard never got the sword from its sheathe before the hooded man’s hand grabbed his neck and with a quick flick, it cracked under his grip. The two guards slumped to the ground, their armor making a clattering noise.
The hooded man sighed as he dragged them behind A rubbish pile and recovered his knife from the guards neck, cleaning it on the guards clothes. ‘Fools’ he thought to himself. He continued to make his way down the path to the square, now moving slightly faster. He passed through a busy street and he shielded himself from the bright sunlight.
He returned to the dark alley way and rejoiced in the darkness over the sun. He continued to make his way closer to the square, the sound of a booming voice rose as he drew nearer. He left the alleys and climbed to the rooftops via a latter. Once he reached the top he bounded off at inhuman speed towards the square. He slowed and shrank low as it came into view. An archer stood perched on the ledge in front of him. Quickly and without a sound he swept up behind him and broke his neck in a flash. He laid the man to the side and kneeled down.
The man removed his cloak and placed it over the dead man. Underneath he wore a white coat with a hood. It was held tight at his waist by a large leather belt adorned with many small knives, firmly placed in their scabbards. At his hip hung a beautiful long sword.
He couched low, glaring in the light. The lord was pacing on a raised stage used for hangings, addressing the large crowd in the square.. He had only light armor and no helmet. His cape swayed as he walked across the platform. At each of the four corners stood a fully armored knight. The two in front held pole axe as well as their great swords. While the stage was only a few feet off the ground, it must have been an imposing sight to the people.
“You have all come to hear what I have to say on this day. I stand before you, my people, to tell you of enemy we have not known until now. But who is more vile than any before them ” The hooded man raised from his position. It was time.
He stepped off the edge of the building and descended to the ground. The fall was far but he landed without a sound, rose quickly and moved ahead.
He snapped his wrist and threw a knife the knight at the back right corner. The blade sank into an opening under his left arm. He howled in pain as the assailant leaped onto the stage, kicking the other knight off the platform. The lord began to draw his sword, but the hooded man was faster, and drew his first. In the same fluid motion, he drew his sword and cut off the lord’s head in a single stroke.
For a moment, everything was silent, as the lords body fell to the ground. Then the people began their panicked screaming and began to rush out of the square.
“Murderer ”
“Assassin ”
“He killed the lord ”
“Kill Him ”
The 2 knights still standing turned to face the assassin and a number of guards rushed the stage, swords drawn. The assassin whipped his hand to his belt twice and threw two knives which found the necks of two unfortunate guards. The first knight with the pole axe swung it overhead, attempting to cleave the man in two. He sidestepped the blow and slash the shaft of the axe. He leaped into the air and brought the blade down on the knights shoulder. The armor rang from the hit, while it did not break, it did bend heavily, and the force of the blow knocked the knight back.
The guards
rushed the stage, swords drawn. The assassin whipped his hand to his belt twice and threw two knives which found the necks of two unfortunate guards. The first knight with the pole axe swung it overhead, attempting to cleave the man in two. He sidestepped the blow and slash the shaft of the axe. He leaped into the air and brought the blade down on the knights shoulder. The armor rang from the hit, while it did not break, it did bend heavily, and the force of the blow knocked the knight back.
The guards had begun to surround the man. Yet he made no move of concern. The last knight dropped his pole axe, and drew his sword. “Kill him ” he ordered from behind his visor. One guard lunged forward, attempting to stab the man. With a gentle flick of his sword, he batted the attack away and stabbed straight through the mail shirt, to his heart. He swung away and under another’s swing and cut out his legs before driving his blade into the fallen solder’s chest.
The knights had recovered themselves to the stage and stood around the mysterious attacker. The first knight, who had been hit with the knife, held his blade with only one hand and charged ahead. “I’ll kill you, you whelp ” He yelled. He swung his sword over, aiming to the neck. The assassin block the blow downwards, then struck the knight’s chin with the hilt of his sword. As the knight’s head bent back, the hooded man withdrew another knife from his belt and stabbed the knight in his exposed throat.
With a quick spin he removed the knife and flung it in the neck of another guard.
Two more guards attacked, but were quickly cut down. The knight he had first kicked off the stage charged from behind. He slipped under the attack and spun behind the knight, driving his sword upwards under the weak point just under the arm. The knight cried out and fell to the ground. The hooded man retrieved his sword and faced the remaining men.
The men seemed hesitant to attack after watching two knights fall to this man.
With a quick spin he removed the knife and flung it in the neck of another guard.
Two more guards attacked, but were quickly cut down. The knight he had first kicked off the stage charged from behind. He slipped under the attack and spun behind the knight, driving his sword upwards under the weak point just under the arm. The knight cried out and fell to the ground. The hooded man retrieved his sword and faced the remaining men.
The men seemed hesitant to attack after watching two knights fall to this man.
The air stank with blood, and the city was still loud, despite the square being empty, save for the few men remaining on the platform. The assailant stood motionless, except for the blood dripping from his sword. One guard finally charged foreword, yelling. His courage inspired the rest to follow. The hooded man did not move. The team neared and with a lighting quick slash, he cut down the brave on. As another thrust foreword, he slipped by and grabbed his arm, and twisted around, flinging him into the rest of the guards. The knight who’s armor was dented attacked with a slash, but before the assassin could counter, he thrust his sword foreword and began slicing with speed and precision. The hooded man chuckled. He parried the blade to the side, grabbed the knight, and pulled him foreword off balance. The knight fell to all fours and before he could regain his footing, the hooded man brought his sword down to his exposed neck, cleaving his head off.
The assassin turned to fight the next enemy but was moment too slow. A guard had charged from behind and as he turned, the sword sank into the hooded man’s stomach up to hilt.
He froze. With a grunt he dropped his sword. All the men stood still as they watched the man. Even the solder who had stabbed him could only stare at the sword and his enemy in disbelief.
Due to the color, many would not be able to tell there was platform at the top unless they were close. Inside, a man stood. His graying hair barley came to his ears. He wore some simple armor and white clothes that melded well. At his hip was a simple clamor sword. At the hooded man’s appearance, he turned and smiled. His eyes were blue and a set of long sharp fangs protruded from his mouth.
“What took so long, Zeke?” He asked.
Zeke eyed the man and removed his hood. His jet black hair fell almost to his shoulders. He looked at the armor wearing man. “I had trouble, Alexander.” He said coldly, gesturing to his clothes, “clearly.”
“See? He bleeds like anyone else. He is just human as well.” The knight boomed in confidence.
The hooded man breathed dryly. Then he put a hand on either shoulder of the solder’s. With an animistic growl, he snapped his head foreword and sank his teeth into the man’s neck. The solder howled and the other men only stared in fear. The mans cries quickly died off. When they did, the hooded man cast him aside, is sword falling out as well. Everyone stared at this monster. His face and the front of his white coat was now stained with blood, from his injury and the dead man. He raised his head to face the knight. Fangs extended from the corners of his mouth and were soaked in blood. His hollow silver eyes were filled with rage.
“He’s a demon ” the knight cried. “Kill him, he is injured he cannot fi. . .” His words were cut off as the demon dashed foreword to the knight. He punched the knight in the chest at impossible speed.
His hand bent and shattered the plate armor over the knight’s chest. His hand pierced metal, flesh and bone. The knight choked on his words, and when the assailant’s hand was removed. He fell. The man turned to face the remaining solders.
They were stricken pale with terror. The demon’s right arm now had blood coating it, where he had punched through the last knight’s armor. They stepped back, all preparing to run. As if sensing their intentions, the hooded man dashed foreword at incredible speed, grabbed his sword, and in a flash, the last three solders fell. One had lost his head, another’s heart had been pierced, and the last had his neck snapped.
The hooded man breathed heavily. He heard voices and turned to see a knight on horseback and several solders enter the square. The hooded man sheathed his sword and leapt from the stage. His speed was unmatchable as he tore through the streets. When his pursuers had fallen behind, he leaped to the sill of window and from there leaped to the rooftops.
He ran across the rooftops as the church bells rang. They were looking for him. He stayed calm, and continued towards the large tower. Once he arrived, he leaped up the base and grabbed a broken latter. Moments later he hopped to the platform inside the tower. It was shaded from the sun by a veil that had been drawn around.
“What happened?” He asked. Zeke briefly explained the events that transpired in the square. Alexander’s face became grave at the mention of Zeke’s biting the guard. “Were there witnesses.?” He asked at the end.
“The witnesses are among the dead. And any who the lord may have told will be encouraged to keep it a secret after they see what was done in the square.” Zeke sighed. “Go back to the others. I need to feed. I will return soon after nightfall, inform them of the success, unless they have already heard.”He finished with a slight grin.
“Keep your face low.” Alexander said as he leapt from the tower.
Zeke sat down against the hard stone. His injury had healed and closed his eyes to wait until the sun sank lower. He had time to spare. You always have time to spare when you’re a vampire.
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