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More New Socks from Dapper Classics!

The latest new socks-old shoes combo.

Yesterday's new Dapper Classics to-the-knee dress socks, worn with tan monkstrap loafers, olive dress chinos (that keep a crease), pink oxford cloth button-down collar shirt, a double-breasted navy wool blazer, and navy blue Italian wool necktie with a tiny mustard and green florette pattern. 

My students never knew what hit 'em. "Huh? Adult males of the species actually wear clothes besides dad jeans without a belt, over-sized white sneakers, and the ubiquitous windbreaker-baseball cap combo?" Keep in mind, these are young people working toward four-year degrees, who fully intend to have careers in what used to be called the white collar sector of society.  Despite the high price tag per year of my small, private university, very few of the students I encounter, or their parents for that matter, seem to have any idea that there is another way of living and presenting oneself to the world.  Sigh. 

-- Heinz-Ulrich


P.S.

In the market for some quality dress shoes are very reasonable prices?  Then check out the goodies I'm offering currently via Ebay at: The Average Guy's Guide to Classic Style.

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  1. I see quite a stash of gentlemen's footwear under the table....!!

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