Sherlock’s wardrobe in this show has it’s drama. Watson’s irritated mention of the way he turns up his coat collar to look mysterious is great, because he obviously is calculating an effect with his clothes.
But it’s a kind of playful gesture for him. It’s 100% consistent, though.
Barring when he decides life’s not worth dressing for and swathes himself in bedsheets.
I adore that chair. I adore it’s throne effect on the no-nonsense profile of Cumberbatch in his Sherlock dye-job.
The light gray suit pops against it, too, since the whole setting is the dark historic interior.
The blue shoes get a pass for being so close in tone to the suit I don’t notice their color until I’m already for it, and it becomes a dash of dandy to make it stylish.
Sherlock: before we ever got to the title character, I fell in love…with Detective Inspector Lestrade. What a gorgeous, and yet grounded man! Both Sherlock and Watson are, to an extent, crazy.
And Lestrade’s just a man who cares about people, and his job, and he wears that all in his suit. It’s not what he’d like to wear, it’s what he must.
It gives a suit a certain lived-in-quality that Sherlock’s immaculate taste does not.
Finally watching BBC’s Sherlock.
My love is sudden, as I expected, but directed mainly at Watson and Lestrade, which I did NOT.
Look at him, all dapper in a proper Englishman’s library! Also, looking slightly accosted, which he might, since we are jumping him in his library, before he even has time to loosen that tie. A handsome tie, though the edit/filter obscures the pattern to a great degree.
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