The Man by Mes Chaussettes Rouges

Keen of beauty and in love of well done work, the Gammarelli Man knows where he goes. Elegant not in vanity but in taste, he is the ambassador of style. He keeps away the affectation of unsavory people in their Sunday best and the morose conformism of grey people, pulling a long face.  
Unlike a vulgar person, who seeks elegance for elegance's sake, the Gammarelli Man has made his style a statement of fact, far from either hazardous blunders or displaced originality. With informed and swift judgment, he recognizes his comrades as easily as he unmasks imposters, whose appearance only fools those of their species.  
Bright, cultured and curious, he is comfortable in all circles. He can willingly joke with his knife-grinder, and the same day delight the Gotha with his caustic wit.  
Enthusiast with jokes, of which he is not greedy, he readily laughs at himself and sometimes others.  
Delicate, he has the tact of a well brought up person who knows how to thank and recognizes the true value of the effort that was made for things to be pleasant for him.  
Cavalier without frivolity and decent without prudery, he is of good cheer and always dominates himself.  
Attaching but detached, he takes hardship with a pinch of philosophy. He is magnanimous and recognizes details on which he does not waste time. Generous without ostentation and helpful with delicacy, he can help without obliging.  
He is an honest man and wears Gammarelli socks.