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November Fun with Hart, Schaffner, Marx and Ralph Lauren. . .

 "Made ya laugh!"  My wife seems to have a real knock for snapping the shutter at precisely the wrong moment.

Our respective paths crossed for a few minutes this afternoon before I headed to campus.  What better opportunity to snap a few pictures of yours truly in that Hart, Schaffner, Marx overcoat that I picked up a few weeks back for less than US$10.  A fairly dark, chilly day today, so I kept it subdued with various grays and a pair of black Allen Edmonds.  The double-breasted jacket, which has appeared in various post previously here at The Average Guy's Guide to Classic Style, is by Ralph Lauren.  The one splash of color in today's ensemble was the pretty green foulard necktie.  The brand is unknown, but according to the label, the tie was handmade in England.  Good enough for me.  Everything shown here was either thrifted, purchased for a song on Ebay, or from An Affordable Wardrobe in the Boston area.  Yet more proof that you can dress presentably -- fancy-schmancy even -- without spending thousands of dollars to do so.

 -- Heinz-Ulrich


 Here's a slightly more sedate photo from a few moments later.


And one with the hands not in the pockets.

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  1. AnonymousNovember 6, 2014 at 7:54 PM

    On the contrary, your wife seems to have a knack for snapping the photo at the exact perfect time. Candid photographs like that are a window to the soul. You look happy. Keep up the interesting posts and the candid photos.

    Respectfully,
    DrCSP

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