Ralph Lauren DB Suit Monday. . .

The inaugural wearing for this particular suit, which I picked up for a pittance on Ebay late last spring. I had a few minor alterations done over the summer, and it has been in my closet ever since waiting for cool enough weather to wear it.

You can't tell from the photographs, of course, but when I am standing, the silhouette s something to behold. I look like all of those wonderful old Laurence Fellows illustrations from the 1930s sans a fedora. Purists will no doubt scoff at the button-down oxford cloth shirt worn with this suit, but it's what leapt into my hand early this morning, and I rolled with it. The pocket square is a linen number from the folks at Put This On, and the pants were held up by navy and crimson silk braces fastened to buttons on the inside of the waistband.

I am sure that I looked like a complete anachronism walking around campus today (a Bertie Wooster meets Sam Spade hybrid), but I am now on the wrong side of a particular age, and I truly don't care. I like the suit, and that's all there is to it.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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