The country gentleman rides into the village on his Raleigh three speed bicycle. After negotiating the sale of some hogs, he enjoys a shepherd's pie and a pint of bitter for luncheon at the local pub before buying some fine silk ribbon at the habberdasher as a gift for the Mrs. and returning home for the evening.
I wore this into the city on my Raleigh three speed bike to complete some decidely mundane tasks, but I'll be damned if I didn't cut a casual-but-smart figure while doing it.
I like the occasional rich plaid sport shirt worn with a patterned tie. It's not always an easy look to pull off. The trick is balance. In this case, I cooled it down with the sweater, a heavy solid piece. All you see of the plaid shirt is a dash at the collar, and a whiff at the cuffs. Anything more would be too much.
Everywhere I went today, someone chuckled at me. It reminded me of being in high school. Back then, when they would try (unsuccesfully) to hide their derisive laughter, I would say something like "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a man in men's clothing before?"
When did we become a nation of teen-agers? Why is laziness respected and attention to detail reviled? (smallest violin again...I'm getting to be a virtuoso on the instrument).