It's a little embarrassing to admit, but I have enough tweed jackets that when I unpack them for fall and winter I am surprised at what's there. Pleasantly, I should add.
A little on the warm side today, to lull us into complacency before crushing our spirits with snow.
Old Richman Bros. sack jacket heads this lineup. Bengal stripe shirt from J. Press, "tailored fit" non-iron chinos from Joe Banks' last "one of a kind world famous will never happen again until next week" sales. Made in USA Weejuns of uncertain vintage.
Tie has the Episcopal crest on it. Can I wear this without getting beaten by the bishop?