Classic Style: Casual Friday

Friday, warm, and with bright blue skies. Springtime just like it out to be, so why not break out some more Madras?

Here's one possible way to do Casual Fridays a bit better than is the sad norm in many places these days. Perhaps the most interesting item pictured here is the vintage Rooster cotton Madras necktie, which was actually handwoven in India and sold at one of the now defunct Carroll Reed Ski Shops in New England. I stumbled on it in a vintage clothing store in Champaign, Illinois two or three summers ago and picked it up for less than US$5. And then there are the Allen Edmonds spectator shoes, something you never see in my corner of the world.

The khakis and shirt are slightly rumpled, which strike me as perfect for a relaxed end-of-the-week morning in early May. The blazer is one of four in my wardrobe -- two heavy flannel ones for winter and two lighter for spring and summer -- and is the lightest in weight. During the summers, when there is little occasion for me to dress for anything beyond shorts and short sleeves, it is my go to jacket for those occasional visits to the dentist, or errands where I need to look more pulled together and like I might possibly know which end is up.

As I always say to my students, "If you aren't interested in what I have to say at the front of the room, then I might at least be somewhat interesting to look at for 50-75 minutes, depending on the day of the week." Attire today notwithstanding, I had 'em rolling in the aisles with my Good Fellas imitation at the end of the 10am class. The context was what might happen if any students in that class fail to deliver finalized term papers by the appointed due date in about ten days' time. Don't mess with the Godfather!

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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