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Thursday Attire. . .


Not a green OCBD shirt this morning, but a green and white university stripe OCBD instead.  Ivy, or not?  I'm unsure.  But in my mind, I am somewhere out on the ski trails of Northern Michigan in rather different attire all together, so it hardly matters.  Same thing with pleated pants, which I prefer.  

Oh, I know, I know.  But you reach a point of comfort with your dress where such talking points no longer matter much.  Don't know about you, but I have at least.  

Too dogmatic an approach toward our daily attire risks turning what ought to be a joy into abject drudgery.  And don't we already have enough of that in the world at the moment?

-- Heinz-Ulrich


  1. Great combination, Heinz-Ulrich. I have a similar shirt and tie, but have not thought to wear them together. I have a camelhair 3/2 sack sport coat that would go quite well with it.

    As for whether a green shirt can be Ivy, I say, absolutely, and note that Brooks Brothers offered them decades ago when it was still a thoroughly Ivy company. However, I also agree that it does not matter much as long as it looks good, as this ensemble does.

  2. Thank you, Charlottesville! That is very kind of you. We try.

    Kind Regards,



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