Insufferable me
I generally tend to
attire myself formally or semi-formally, this seems to revolve around the suit
or the jacket with certain accessories as the tie for the office and the day cravat for
other occasions, the pocket square without it being too flamboyant. I feel
quite comfortable in what I wear.
I worked in the
City in the 1990s, I wear hats too, first a thin-brimmed fedora until I walked into a millinery
in Cologne where I took to wearing a porkpie hat
with the front pulled down so it looks almost like a fedora. It is quite a nice
fitting.
In the really cold winter months, my bowler hat is a trusted ally in the wind and preserves the warmth on my head, very unusual but quite fetching I’ll say.
Judged on appearance
Grooming and
appearance says a lot about a man and nothing annoys me more than the ignorance
of the rule about buttons on a jacket.
Sir Hardy Amies, the
late dress designer for the Queen once said, “Never trust a man who does all buttons
on his jacket up.” Sadly, much as I try to be forgiving about the lack of
attention to this particular detail, some distrust of strangers and known
people does creep in when that rule is broken.
Learn the rules
The bottom button
is never done up amongst other snooty rules of class, bearing, breeding,
comportment and deportment.
There is a dignity
to knowing what is right at the very least, but I would leave the detail to Art
of Manliness Suit School: Part III – A Primer on Suit Buttons.
With the detail and the pictures, I hope I would not be assailed by the erroneous sloppiness that makes the better formality of a clothes horse look like the jackets on a frog that I see daily on my commute and at work.
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