Shooting Paul in front of the mantle around the fire place in his Upper West Side apartment reminded me of one of the Edith Wharton novels piled on his table. And the simple elegance of his clothes is reminiscent of one of his (and my) favorite post-impressionist artists Mary Cassatt. I was so excited to see someone loving Belgian Loafers (his grandfather did too), and I have recently pulled mine out of the closet after twenty years and have been obsessing on all of the different plaids and colors that they offer. They, like many of Paul's clothes, are hardcore and proven classics that would be difficult to wear and not look 100% dashing in. Another example of how you can't go wrong with all things traditional and worn hybrid-style is Paul's use of the tuxedo. The tux shirt with American Apparel powder blue jeans and espadrilles, and the tux pant with a classic Margiela tee, are what should be on the red carpet in Hollywood. A true "bohemian aristocrat," as he refers to himself, Paul has found the perfect striped Breton shirt at the equally gothic and classic Trash and Vaudeville .