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June 17, 2016
A corduroy jacket must be olive green.
A velvet one, for instance, must be black. A blazer must be navy blue. A summer flannel jacket must be white. Tweed must be Harris. Motorcyclists must wear leather bomber jackets. My whole philosophy of jacket-wearing was forged under the pressure of events. Tuxedoes require silk lapels, and James Bond set the sartorial pattern. There is black tie, or white tie, by occasion. Should a man, however young, turn up at, say, a wedding feast, sans cummerbund, or wearing a polkadot tie, he should be told to leave. Especially if he is the groom. - - Essays in Idleness
Posted by gerardvanderleun at June 17, 2016 7:51 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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And for the love of all things sacred, can we do away with those new, foolish looking shirt collars that instead of coming down straight/forward they sweep back and give the appearance that the shirt maker made a mistake and or the wearer is slow witted.
And don’t get me started on the new look “tight” suites. Two words – jack, ass.
And another thing…get off my lawn!!!
Posted by: tim at June 17, 2016 9:22 AM
The French like green blazers, like those used at the famous Georgia golf club.
Posted by: David Zincavage at June 17, 2016 11:28 AM
Disagree on the olive-green statement, although I did have an olive-green corduroy jacket for years (high school through my late 20s/early 30s). I had a nice camel-tan corduroy jacket, too. Even had leather elbow patches. Loved it. Got it a few years after the olive-green one. I'd still be wearing it if it hand't shrunk. Hmm. Several of my trousers and shirts shrank around the same time frame. How odd.
Posted by: OldFert at June 18, 2016 9:12 AM