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Rainy Days and Wednesdays. . .



A cool, rainy day at the end of May here.  Good for the flowers, grass, trees, and other plants, so no complaints.  Odd.  Combing through my growing collection of vintage menswear illustrations culled from various online searches, there seem to be relatively few portrayals of men dressed stylishly, according to standards of the time, for wet weather.  Nevertheless, I've managed to dig up a few by Leslie Saalburg, Laurence Fellows, and other noted menswear illustrators of the long past.  Enjoy!

-- Heinz-Ulrich


































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  1. It's difficult to go past an umbrella, a raincoat/mackintosh, and a fur-felt hat, both in terms of ability to stay dry, and look good. The catch is that at least for me in subtropical Queensland, is that we get our rain in summer, so it's generally 30 degrees and 80% humidity, so any form of outerwear is out, so I just stick with a good umbrella. Fox, as it so happens,

    Tony

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  2. Thank you for your observation, Tony. I too have found in hot and high humidity environments (Mexico), an umbrella is more than enough with which to encumber oneself. Truthfully, in those mid- to late afternoon deluges during the rainy season, it's best to ride it out inside or in a handy doorway rather than wrestle with an umbrella. You still end of mostly drenched thanks to the breezes that blow in these systems. ANd modern, so called 'technical gear' is simply stiflingly hot. It never seems to breath whatever claims the manufacturers might make.

    Best Regards,

    Heinz-Ulrich

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