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Three-Piece Monday. . .

 


Finally cool enough here in the Grand Duchy for a three-piece wool flannel number from J. Press along with the recently added necktie, also from J. Press.  The trousers were held up with vintage Polo Ralph Lauren braces in red, white, and blue (with a sliver of green) vertical stripes.  The shirt is a well-worn Hyde Park Oxford from Land's End while the shoes are Allen Edmonds, of course, and the Merino wool socks by Dapper Classics.  

The ensemble was capped off with a taupe fedora by Stetson that has been in the cool weather rotation for two or possibly three years now.  I looked like an extra lurking in the background of the hotel lobby scenes in The Maltese Falcon!

Tomorrow, a slightly less buttoned up assemblage of some kind although still pulled together, but I won't know what the precise pieces will be until I open the wardrobe doors early tomorrow morning although the penny loafers and Argyll socks have already been set out.  That's a large part of the fun for yours truly.  You never quite know what it's gonna be until you get there.  The journey in other words rather than the destination.  

Hmmm.  A theme seems to be emerging here.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. CharlottesvilleOctober 8, 2024 at 11:31 AM

    Excellent ensemble, Heinz-Ulrich. Très élégant. As soon as it gets a bit cooler, I will be donning a similar outfit, also primarily from J. Press, with A-E cap-toes.

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  2. AnonymousOctober 8, 2024 at 4:41 PM

    Why, thank you Charlottesville! Awfully sporting of you.

    Kind Regards,

    H-U

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