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Saint Patrick's Day Style. . .

New springtime socks by Dapper Classics, purchased just in time for Saint Patrick's Day 2014.

A Shoe Primer, Part II is coming this week, honest, things have just been a little hectic these last several weeks, leaving little time for writing about menswear and classic masculine style.  Still, it seemed like a nice idea to feature a photograph of my lower third this morning.  Here is a pair of new pink and green striped to-the-knee dress socks from Dapper Classics, worn with a pair of suede Allen Edmonds wingtip brogues and some wool flannel dress pants.  

Not seen here are the items worn on top, consisting of a wool navy blazer with silver-gray Italian pocket square, a comfy old (but well pressed) light blue OCBD shirt, and a nifty Geoffrey Beene Italian necktie that is, believe it or not, a rather subdued dark blue, dark green, and dark mustard gold mini-houndstooth plaid.  It sounds outrageous, but it is actually so understated that you don't notice it ten feet away.  

In any case, it's almost Springtime here in the Northern Hemisphere people!  Time to brighten things up a wee bit in our ongoing quest to kick up our everyday style a notch or three. . .  or I'll hit you with me shillelagh!

-- Heinz- Ulrich


And later that same evening before supper with some well-worn Land's End corduroy jeans and some more casual Allen Edmonds suede mocs.


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