Late Winter Wednesday Style. . .

A bit out of sequence with today's post of Wednesday's attire on Friday, but that seems to be the story of my adult life. An old soul born in the wrong era. I've never worked out whether I am more Baby Boomer, or Gen X given the year of my birth (1966). I have certainly always identified more, in some ways, with figures like Grace Slick, who is not, strictly speaking a baby boomer, and my late grandparents' generation than people of my own era, who came of age in the late 1970s, 80s, and 90s.

And I'm certainly not aligned with Millenials, Gen Z, or Generation Alpha when it comes to tastes in popular culture, clothing, acceptable behavior, or much else. It is a sometimes lonely existence and at the same time a strange point of pride.

In any case, I strove for a range of tans, browns, and rusts with Wednesday's gear, breaking up the general tone of things with a green and white university stripe OCBD shirt and predominantly brown yellow, and green paisley silk pocket square. Total happenstance, but I'd like to think the combination of items worked rather well together.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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