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Zoom Office Hours Style. . .

The attire for today!

Since the semester began at the start of September, my go to uniform for online Zoom meetings, office hours, and weekly video production has been a variation of the navy blazer-chino-loafer-OCBD combination above.  Usually with some shade of blue dress socks and a necktie of some kind.  Comfy, laid back, and yet still pulled together.  

It sure beats appearing for public consumption, online or otherwise, looking like you've slept rough beneath the 10th Street Bridge, or under some handy shrubs in a park somewhere.  And if you think that's overstatement, just take a look at people the next time you're in virtually any public space.  

Polish and sophistication are not terms that come readily to mind when looking at humanity in 2020, iPhones, SUVs, branded clothing, and presumed bachelors degrees notwithstanding.  

-- Heinz-Ulrich
 

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  1. Could not agree more, Heinz-Ulrich. And nice Ivy Style club tie; I have one myself.

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  2. Greetings, Heinz-Ulrich.

    CC was inspired to make a similar observation on October the 6th:

    "...college students today are one of the worst-dressed groups in society — one notch above the homeless and one notch below the guests of amusement parks."

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