This recent flurry of suit wearing days saw me go to another Flusser standard. This one is seventeen years old. Our transitional weather, I think, is behind us so these lightweight swathing are now stored away till the warmer invitational known as Spring 2011.
Funny I know, but I’m the designated class photographer for LFG and her peers. Shut up. I rolled over to her school to take pictures of their Halloween soiree and a spooky costume kind of a guy I ain’t. So why not bust a pair of spooky socks at least.
I netted out more of a Christmas mélange than Halloween methinks. But remember, LFG banned my orange pants. Yes people I know that it’s a bit beyond just fuzzy to rig this houndstooth with a plaid tie abutting a navy striped shirt. But I did it and I’ll do it again. I'd suggest you not try this butcept at home.
The shirt is just about as old and the collar fusing is beginning to reflect it. Fused collars? Get over yourself. Unless you are paying three-fifty and up for bespoke, your collars are fused. So are your cuffs. Collars and cuffs. Always verify that they are the same colour. Dig my black safety patrol belt.
Seventeen years ago I had some transient delusion that maybe a two button jacket would be interesting. I'm a three-two roll stalwart and don't know what came over me. But here it is and it's really no worse for the missing gallbladder incisionesque hand felled top button amidst the roll. Hell yes it is. After crafting that sentence I'm awash in three-two roll remorse. Hold me.
If you don't own something single-breasted with peak lapels, you need to consider it. It's the jauntiest contrivance and in hard finish fabrics, hand felled button holes just pop. And I'm all about the damn pop. Snap and Krackle? Not so much. Even though I do like cracklin cornbread.
Seventeen years later, I would raise the button stance just a bit on this rig.
The pre-Halloween week saw me in this rig as well. Sporting pink and in the pink.
Toad, these are my initials. Same ones I had your boys at Del Toro slap on a pair of their slippies for me. Butcept I didn't commission velvet ones. Brown suede with a slightly lighter brown monogram. Monochromatoarrogance...still of no consequence. Shut up.
And finally boys...and/or girls, there's nothing more incongruous than paying good money for an elegant tie and consequently manifesting a shitty knot. Learn to tie a properly dimpled four-in hand and pin the bastard down if your collar is a flyaway. There is no other knot by the way. Full Windsor....there exists no circumstance where it is required. Half Windsor? See my Full Windsor comment.
Onward. Skull and Crossbones-ish. Ghilliefied too.
ADG, II and the Classics IV