Winter in the north is a bitch. In terms of smart and effective outerwear, an alarming number of men I observe are ill-prepared. I don’t know if it comes from lack of thought or some hyped sense of virility, but these same men are also felled by colds, flu and other debilitating winter ailments that negate the “I’m too tough for hats, gloves, heavy coats and boots” idea. When it’s 10ºF with snow on the ground, a fleece zip-up and sneakers don’t cut it.
A glamorous lady heist cut from the Ocean's 11 cloth? Just the kind of diversion I need. I hope it's good.
I’ve said it 1,000 times, and I’ll say it again: Nothing makes a man look better than a well-tailored suit. A recent article in the Washington Post mused about the “death” of the power suit, making me dread yet another excuse for men to frump out and be as casual as humanly possible. The simple truth is that no other garment in menswear elevates any man (fit or fat) like a well-tailored suit. Period.
And speaking of elevating every man…
I have to admit that I think of galoshes as something worn only by old men. In some circles, galoshes are referred to as “overshoes” or “rubbers,” which is much more fun to say. But as it its with many tried and true ways and means (think safety razors, classic rules of tailoring and other rehashes of things that have been around forever), the old men are on to something.
This episode is about a fabulous Ethiopian restaurant I discovered in Cleveland, my new (old) Harris Tweed and the joys and challenges of furnishing my new apartment.
After some tailoring, a recent eBay purchase turned into one of my favorite new/old garments.
Once these gorgeous, original, one-of-a-kind airline posters are gone, they're gone...
"I tend to like the classic rules of traditional men's wear." - Tom Ford
Everyone told me I'd need a car. I'm still not feeling it.
