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Final Zoom Office Hour Style for Spring 2021. . .

 

 
The upper half for today, featuring a medium heather gray suit worn with a linen pocket square, a dark green necktie, and pink dress shirt with a pointed collar.


And the lower half. 
 
 
Today sees the end of classes -- online, hybrid, and limited face to face -- here at my institution.  My last scheduled office hour of the semester too.  Hallelujah!
 
So, why not go out in style with a heavy wool flannel 6/2 double-breasted vintage number from Polo?  It helped that the outside temperature was in the mid-30s Fahrenheit here this morning.
 
This particular suit is one of my favorites.  A definite mid-gray as opposed to charcoal with a 1930s silhouette.  No one would mistake it for a more current 'skinny' cut given its Apparel Arts-like appearance.  You'll have to take my word for it given the impromptu nature of the photographs shared here.  
 
And yes, I have indeed worn the suit to school pre-Covid quite a few times during late fall to early spring for teaching, office hours, and other activities.  To anyone who has noticed, I am quite sure I look like I've stepped out of the past.  
 
That's a film noir reference, son.  Now, I might be mistaken, but I don't recall Robert Mitchum or Kirk Douglas sporting a suit quite like this one in the film.
 
In any case, from this point until classes begin again in late August or early September, it will be a navy blazer, khakis, loafers, and a button-down collar shirt for any upcoming meetings with colleagues plus an online conference in about two weeks.  Possibly a silk knit tie if I think of it?  Maybe a madras jacket for anything midsummer once warm weather well and truly arrives?  We'll see how the spirit moves me when we get there.
 
-- Heinz-Ulrich


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