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Today's suit minus the white poplin button-down collar shirt, brown Allen Edmonds split-toe oxfords, and the solid navy socks.  A white cotton handkerchief in the coat pocket completed the look.

Hot and humid here in Mid-Michigan today, so I hauled out a vintage, made in the U.S. of A. Abercrombie & Fitch seersucker suit.  Cool and airy thanks to a quarter lining in the coat and lightweight material.  If we had had a breeze, it would have been even more comfortable.  

Strangely, I did not feel self-conscious once I put it on this morning and went about my business on campus as though I'd always worn the suit in question.  Self-confidence is key in this instance.  And hey, compared to the leopard spandex and big layered hair I used to sport onstage in the 1980s, seersucker is child's play.  Several students around campus complimented me on the suit, which, while never necessary, was nice to hear.  

My late stockbroker father actually had a similar Brooks Brothers seersucker suit that he wore to the office in southeastern Pennsylvania and corporate HQ in Manhattan in warm weather during the 1970s and early 80s, so it was not too much of a stretch to make the leap myself.  Tomorrow, equally warm and sticky, so I think the worsted wool tan suit will be in order.

 -- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. Mark HollingsworthSeptember 7, 2016 at 5:48 AM

    Well done - I would like to have seen the image of you walking (confidently) across campus! Certain styles have a practical element to them - the seersucker suit is definitely one of those styles. Keep up the standards!

    Best wishes

    Mark

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