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"Not every artistic masterpiece was created in a dirty hoodie. . ."

 Benton Nilson, a millennial trad, rocking a Madras jacket among other Trad/Ivy/Prep staples.  The photo comes from Christian Chensvold's Ivy Style website.

There is a fascinating interview with millennial trad Benton Nilson over on Ivy Style that you ought to read if there remains any doubt in your mind about the need for men to present themselves well in public life in 2019, or that young men these days don't care about appearance beyond the bare minimum of sweats, cargo shorts, backwards ball caps, and flip-flops, items that were already a blight on the social landscape 20 years ago before Y2K.  

Judging by his approach to clothes, Benton Nilson gets it, dressing in a traditional vein while managing to impart his own fresh take on this particular style of dress.  In the interview, he shares several well-founded observations that are particularly germane to the broader discussion of men's attire. 

See for yourself.  Head on over to Ivy Style, if you have not done so as part of your online routine already, and have a closer look at the interview.  Lots of great photographs too, which provide plenty of inspiration on how to dress well while maintaining a laid back approach.  Plenty of us old dogs -- and younger ones too of course --  could learn a thing or two from this guy.  Bravo!

-- Heinz-Ulrich


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