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Salmon Dress Chinos. . .

So, I journeyed into campus early today solely for the purpose of a couple of meetings this morning.  It's a warm and sunny day, so in the spirit of playful irreverence and comfort, I opted to wear decided to wear my salmon-colored pants with a navy blazer, blue & white university stripe oxford cloth button-down, and a pair of dark brown penny loafers.  

Once there and on my way into D. Wormer Hall for the first meeting, a male student stopped me to compliment me on the pants with a huge smile and "that" special searching look in his eyes.  Plus a handshake that lasted just a little too long.  I thanked him and continued on my way, but I couldn't help remembering that old Levi's Dockers commercial from the fall of 2000.

And no.  The irony of my frequent complaints about the messages people unwittingly send with their clothing and this humorous little episode is not lost on me.  I can hear the chorus of collective jeers and raspberries now. 

-- Heinz-Ulrich



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Not my photograph, but it illustrates pretty well my 'uniform,' if you will, especially in the warmer September and April weather during the academic year although I also rely on the occasional Madras necktie, linen, or seersucker suits.  What?  After September 1st?  I know, I know.  A gauche rube.  If the picture is yours, please let me know, sans the fusilade of obscenity now so typical, so I can provide attribution or remove it.

Recently, there was a thread over on the Saltwater New England blog discussing whether, or not social media and the internet has had any influence on how people shop for attire and/or dress themselves.  

Speaking just for myself, I don't know that social media has had any influence on how I dress -- trad/ivy/prep call it what you will. . . much like my male family members of previous generations -- but it has made it easier to find a sartorial community of reasonably like-minded souls in our otherwise slovenly age.  

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Oh, the humanity!!!

Oh, the humanity!

Recently, I dropped by our local outlet of a national big box store, where our pharmacy is located, to pick up a prescription for our son.  It wasn't ready, of course, so I walked across the store to the other front corner of the premises where there is a small Starbuck's, better to kill 15 minutes or so with a coffee and scone.  Normally, I would avoid this pervasive purveyor of coffee made with beans over-roasted-to-the-point-of-tasting-burnt and opt for an independent cafe, but it was handy.  

Once I'd paid for my order and sat down, I people watched for a few minutes before recoiling in horror.  Keep in mind, the parking lot is full of huge, late model SUVs, similar cars, and everyone has a new or very recent iPhone in his or her hand, so it's not like we're talking about the down and out, needy, and indigent here.  Quite the opposite actually given the extra large shopping carts overflowing with stuff.  And much of that needless if we're ho…

Labor Day Weekend Lawncare Style. . .

What to do with summer clothing when it starts looking long in the tooth?  Easy.  Relegate it to garden and lawncare wear.

I've lamented here and there before on this blog that most people in 2019 appear in public looking worse than if they had planned to clean out the basement, attic, garage, rake leaves all afternoon in the backyard, or do something really filthy like change the oil and filter in the car.  I've just returned home from a series of Saturday morning errands, and about the only clues that most people crossing my line of sight were not absolutely, completely, and utterly down and out were the large SUVs they climbed out of at the supermarket and latest iPhones on prominent display in everyone's hands.  

Not inexpensive items.  Yet these same people look as grubby or worse than residents of shelters for the abused and indigent.  It boggles the mind given the general level of affluence we're talking about.

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