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A Doublebreasted Jacket on Campus. . .

 A photo of yours truly, horsing around in the afternoon sun following school yesterday afternoon.

Who is that grinning and horribly overdressed ass?  Catsmeat Potter-Pirbright?  Augustus Fink-Nottle?  Or is it Tuppy Glossop?  Neither.  It's yours truly, Heinz-Ulrich von Boffke, once again modelling the Ralph Lauren Glen Plaid double-breasted jacket, purchased from An Affordable Wardrobe earlier this fall, yesterday afternoon.  The fit is great, and it's a very comfortable piece.  Heavy flannel, but not quite as heavy as my heavier tweed jackets, so for a sunny, late fall day, it was ideal with an overcoat for the walk to and from campus.  My Russian colleagues, who have remarked several times in the past how sloppily informal they find many American college and university campuses, complemented me on it, something that is always nice to hear.  About the jacket I mean.  The other garments included:

 * Brooks Brothers red and white stripe oxford cloth button-down
* Daks silk necktie
* Bachrach charcoal wool flannel pants
* Allen Edmonds chocolate brown shoes
* Linen pocket handkerchief
* Honor Society of Phi Kappa Phi pin on my lapel

-- Heinz-Ulrich


 
 A close-up shot, to illustrate the various patterns a bit more clearly.

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  1. Richard ConlanNovember 21, 2013 at 10:03 AM

    Great look! I work in a more formal east coast city environment and double-breasted suits make up about 2/3 of my business wardrobe. Love the things. Another great way to wear a jacket like this casually would be with cream trousers and white bucks--after Easter, of course.

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  2. WSTKS-FM WorldwideNovember 21, 2013 at 10:45 AM

    Why, thank you, Richard! Keep tuning in and please tell you friends.

    Best Regards,

    Heinz-Ulrich von B.

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