His name is Boateng...

I'm in love. With a married man. Who lives 4218 miles away from me. Who wears red suits. And dresses far better than I could ever possibly attempt.

I originally met him while I was flipping channels, and paused on Sundance. He was wearing this bright orange suit, which was not only impeccably tailored, but masculine. Incredibly masculine. Shadow-boxing with the camera, his casually tossed "Are you kidding? Course I'm ready!", as he entertained whether he's ready to conquer American couture, was charming. I was hooked.

His name is Boateng. Ozwald Boateng. And you should watch this.

Now, I don't want to sound like a Stan about him, but truly - he's fascinating. And Sundance, by using a documentary film style, makes the show less "reality, and more real. He's meticulously obsessed with details, down to the angle of pants pockets, and the width of lapels. He also exudes this casually arrogant elegance, as he whips around in his silver jag (cherry-red leather interior), wearing jeans and a morning coat. But it's topped off with a certain humility, as he talks about his struggle to juggle career and family, then walk his kids to school, and gushes when his "mum" and familly attend a 20-year retrospective at the V&A.

And the CLOTHES. I can't say enough about them, but here's the gist: English tailoring, given a more modern edge, with new cuts, and an infusion of color. There's a definitive interplay between texture (his use of jacquards with bright colors, and traditional British tweeds is frankly, bananas) and fit, that screams European refinement. As he states ,it's inherently as British as he is, even with his Ghanian roots. They're masculine. And sexy as f*ck. Don't even let that (horrors) m____sexual word come to mind when looking at these, because this is far from manservant apparel here, so I don't think FB or any of those other m____sexual folks can pull this off. it's tailored, refined, elegant, masculine, and sophisticated. Without your *sexy* being in question.

Aside #1: my father (I still owe y'all that story, tomorrow I promise) was very much prone to wearing pegged pants, and men's zip on ankle boots with a slight heel. He was the most sophisticated black masculine man I've ever known.

Aside #2: if I hadn't mentioned this before, I began studying fashion at age 11, and from ages 13 - 17 I aspired to design. I was methodical about it, and longed to follow in the footsteps of my fashion icons of that time: Louis Dell'Olio, Norma Kamali, Donna Karan, Guy Laroche, Issey Miyake, etc, etc. I could spot a designer's clothing, just by the cut and draping of their fabrics. I read Vogue, Elle, and W like they were the sports page, and I was a Mavericks fan. Even applied to FIT. Plans went awry, but I still have the eye.

But back to House of Boateng. You have to watch it at least once. It's not just about him, but about his approach to re-launching his clothing line in the US. Again, it's an interesting watch, ,and I'm not just saying that because I'd like to jump his bones. Ok yes, I'd like to jump his bones. Oh, hi Gunyel (wifey), I'm sorry, but he's just dayum sexy! It's on the Sundance Channel, Thursdays at 9pm. Check your local listing to confirm details and times.

And if you don't have Sundance, you can catch clips here: Clips on AOL BlackVoices. Also, he's on a US tour I believe, check The Ozwald Boateng Website (that's official, don't fall for any other 'Bespoke Couture' hype) for details.

Here's hoping he can help American men get over metrosexuality and "getting their grown man on", and actually start dressing like sophisticated men. * Holds up Bombay Gin Gimlet * Cheers ;)

...and here's hoping men stop wearing those oversize, fruit-loop colored, long-jacketed, Deon Sanders pimp-suits. I've been incredibly shitty for decades that the guy who designs them actually calls them 'couture'. The f*cking nerve....augh!!!!!