We always played R&B Christmas music at the fraternity Christmas party and I loved this old O’Jays classic. So listen to the O’Jays and then I’ll teach you what to do with vintage clothes once you get them home.
My two “Bobby Cavalry Twill” jacketings will remain my vintage finds of the decade. Honestly, for the total price, I don’t know what I’ll ever find to trump these two bullet proof babies. And they are both gonna be great with jeans and casual cords/moleskins sans neckwear.
The bulletproofness of these babies is unimpeachable. But please, let’s not shoot me to see if my unimpeacheablesque little self can withstand the round.
If this one was any fuzzier with flaps, tabs and accoutrement I’d need to shave it mid-day. Slick this one is. Slicker than snot on doorknob. Shut up.
So herein preens a dressed version of the twill. Gingham and Bohemian…pinned peacefully together. Kinda Jethro Bodine meets Jack London at TJ Max. Shut the….
Brown gingham sports this thing up just right. Pin the collar and you're dressed enough but only just enough.
And if you really want to confuse the masses...which of course I feel called upon to do...you wear french cuffs and deco cuff snaps.
Andre Plumot looks on-approvingly. My Plumot self portrait, a small painting-oil on board-would be one of the first things I'd grab if the house be on fire. Chest pocket flap precludes, even for me, a pocket square.
The other twill is creamier and less twillish than the first one. Only a bit less fuzzy sans chest pocket flap but no less bulletproof and very willing to accommodate my Father's Day square from my girlfriend LFG.
It's December. It's cold. So let's underpin this menage with a J. Press sweater vest.
Lesson over. Now please-listen to my second favorite R&B Christmas song..."Boogie Woogie Santa Claus". Tons of people have covered this song but I love the Patti Page version best of all. I do however, regardless of who's singing the song, have concerns over the admonishment that Santa should "rock, rock, rock Mister Santa...jump, jump, jump Mister Santa." He is a fat little man with I'm sure, some lipids, sugars and pressures problems and he ought not be runnin' and jumpin' too much.
Onward. Bullet Proofingly Boogieing and Woogieing.