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More Summertime Reading. . .

An engrossing collection of essays by academics and museum curators on all things Art Deco.  A heavy, over-sized coffee table book that I recommend highly.

We take a holistic approach to personal "Style" here at The Average Guy's Guide to Classic Style.  So, various things besides simply clothing and attire are covered, which, hopefully, will enable a guy to kick up his everyday style several notches and live his life as a more informed, refined, and interesting individual.  A stylish man has considerable breadth and depth to his education, interests, and personality.  Ideally, he continues to inform himself about various subjects, news, and current events long after college and university exams are behind him.  Hence this morning's brief post. 

-- Heinz-Ulrich



This one is, of course, connected to my model soldier and military history hobby.  A fascinating mid-19th century war in Central Europe when drums still beat the march time, flags still flew in battle, and uniforms were still colorful.


Currently, one of my favorite detective thriller authors.  Real page-turners about a downtrodden, hopelessly flawed cop living and working in Oslo, Norway of all places.



P.S.
And for the stylish preschooler (current favorites of our own Young Master). . . 








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  1. Many thanks! I'm going now to look especially at Art Deco and Cockroaches. Plus I know some lovely young people who will be interested in Young Masters' choices as well. Thanks, again!

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  2. You are very welcome, Glenda!

    Best Regards,

    Heinz-Ulrich von B.

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