Doing my bit this afternoon to keep up morale among classic menswear aficionados everywhere, who have been forced to work remotely from home in the time of Covid-19, which, sartorially speaking, is a lot less interesting. Hence, a bunch of delightful old illustrations by Leslie Saalburg whose work is sometimes confused with that of his contemporary Laurence Fellows. I know I've made that mistake myself.
My own dress today, sadly, does not resemble these pictures. Rather, it includes a long-sleeved black crew neck t-shirt tucked into a pair of rust-colored corduroy jeans, a navy and red surcingle belt, and the usual chocolate suede camp moccasins. Not horrendous by any stretch, and I won't embarrass myself if forced to answer the door or while checking the mailbox later this afternoon, but nowhere near as interesting a suit, or jacket and odd pants combo, a well-chosen tie, and a decent pair of leather dress shoes.
For his part, The Young Master is lounging nearby in one of his several rugby jerseys, a pair of jeans, and with some argyle socks on his feet. He looks comfortably stylish regardless of whether it's 1980 or 2020. And speaking of the devil, lunchtime followed by some online math homework is beckoning.