Growing up in the 2000s, I preferred to be Enrique Iglesias. I was fascinated by the Spanish singer’s phase existence, and extra importantly, his suave model. Not dissimilar to the aptitude of Puerto Rico’s Ricky Martin, Iglesias, who turns 47 today, cultivated a glimpse all through the 10 years that was all about leather trousers, silky button-up shirts, and tight tees with sternum-baring deep Vs. His style sense embodied a particular type of confidence—his clothes clung to every single inch of him, and his theatrical stage actions only designed the dresses look in some way tighter. I was obsessed with the whole vibe it just appeared entirely rockstar.
Even more than two many years later on, Iglesias’s distinctive style nonetheless appears fresh new to me. (It probably has some thing to do with all of the fashion labels who are reviving Y2K style.) Even though looking through the new collections of Amiri and Saint Laurent, for instance, I instantaneously see Iglesias’s affect. Their runways are filled with restricted leather-based pants and blazers and itty-bitty T-shirts. I just know Enrique would also approve of Diesel’s latest selection, regardless of whether it is the sharp leather-based racing jackets, or the denim baseball caps (the gentleman liked a hat—trucker hats, baseball caps, knitted beanies, you name it).