Classic Style

The top early this morning, featuring the J. Press pheasant necktie. . . A chilly, partly cloudy early autumn day here in mid-Michigan today.  Quite a pleasant contrast to the early art of the week.  And a perfect reason to break out some suede brogues, wool socks, a flannel sports jacket by Pal Zileri along with a heavy blue OCBD shirt and, of course, the J. Press tie.  Thanks for looking.  I think if more guys realized that one can have fun with dressing up, they might not dread it so much.  I certainly enjoy myself, and looking pulled together never fails to add a spring to my step even in the midst of digging out from under a now towering stack of student papers, which accumulated yesterday and today.  The first of several team projects this semester.  Wish me luck. -- Heinz-Ulrich And the bottom, featuring Marino wool dress socks by Dapper Classics and some very comfortable suede shoes by Allen Edmonds.

A Polo Ralph Lauren Italian-made linen number I splurged for and bought new in May 2016 worn with, among other items, a tie Mom and Stepdad brought to me from Milan in1996 when I house-sat for them that summer -- looking after the dogs and, yes, a parrot -- worn with a pair of recently recrafted Allen Edmonds spectator shoes. A navy blazer (with heavy metal University of Wisconsin buttons added later) and gabardine dress pants along with a yellow OCBD and a vintage Rooster Madras necktie.  The last item was made in Sri Lanka but purchased from a vintage clothing sore several years ago in Champaign, Illinois. And finally, a vintage seersucker suit by Abercrombie & Fitch, made long before the company began producing cheap, throw-away fashion for middle and high school kids. E njoying the final days of summer-like weather and related attire here in Mid-Michigan. Cooler, more comfortable conditions are here now thank goodness.  Bring on the tweeds, cordur

On the top half, a vintage Madras jacket by Corbin that has been in the warm weather rotation for a couple of summers.  W ell, the calendar might suggest that we have started Fall, but the mercury has climbed to 90 degrees Fahrenheit (32.2 Celsius) here in Mid-Michigan today.  Hot enough to forego my usual necktie this morning and haul out something that is normally put into storage after the Labor Day Weekend, namely the Madras jacket.  I know.  I know.  But I needed something light and airy in my ongoing efforts to avoid becoming one of the Slob Borg who prevail in 2017.  Needless to say, you don't see too many items like this jacket in real life these days, and certainly not on the typical university campus.  The same can be said of the Panama hat which topped off the ensemble. -- Heinz-Ulrich von B. P.S. Saturday The unseasonably hot weather is slated to continue for another few days, so the seersucker and linen suits will make their final (?) appearances for the s

  G oing for a Luciano Barberra vibe this morning, complete with a genuine Panama Hat and some recently recrafted shoes by Allen Edmonds.  Several people (a few students and a dean among them) offered their compliments on my attire today.  Never necessary, but always nice to hear.  -- Heinz-Ulrich

Not quite chilly enough for tweed overcoats in my neck of the woods yet, but a guy can dream, right? W ell, the fall semester (and school for The Young Master) began this last week.  That meant trips to the local barbershop for the both of us for trims prior to the start of school at the end of the week before last.  While waiting for The Young Master to finish with his haircut, I scanned the coffee table in the waiting area to see if there was anything there worth thumbing through for a few minutes.  An issue of Entrepreneur Magazine caught my eye with the headline above, and while I did not look through it, the headline got me thinking.   My mother once said to me, when I was about 19 with rather long, poofy 1980s rocker hair, "You know, if you got your hair cut, your life would turn around." Now, I was never a trouble-maker.  Never experimented or messed with drugs.  Got along with my parents and grandparents.  Respected their rules all of the years I lived at ho