Treasure Trove

Every now and again, the fates reward the persistence of the unstoppable thirft shopper with a full blown treasure trove. The following is practically a photographic essay of the truffles to be sniffed out in these so-called "junk shops".

Remain seated, stay calm, and prepare to witness the work of a master (you know, not to blow my own horn or anything):

Pink and white check button down shirt by Ben Silver,
Navy and wite gingham shirt, vintage 1960's,

rendered in real Viyella,

soft-as-anything grey plain front grey flannel trousers (note the brown horn buttons...a nice touch)

by Paul Stuart,

heavy weight velvety moleskin trousers in a shade of chocolate brown that my camera will not do justice,

by Kiton for Barneys New York,

some kind of no-name cotton blend twill trousers in a pale blue. The color may perhaps be a bit dated, but I think these will look swell with pennies and no socks, a white tennis shirt and navy blazer,

besides, they came with this zesty little belt. Note the faint hint of matching pastel blue in the weave...and real tan leather, too. Remember when casual slacks always came with a matching cloth belt?

Let's take a breather. There, feel better? Good, because I ain't finished yet.

1980s vintage two button tweed sack jacket with patch pockets,

cut from one hell of a piece of hard wearing wool,

from some brothers I heard of once or twice,

Navy wool suit with white stripes, 3/2 sack (in need of pressing) with three button cuffs,

1970s vintage, judging by the top pockets on the trousers, Cricketeer, an old line produced by Joseph and Feiss, for Kennedy's, and old Boston men's shop my grandfather frequented.

a genuine "Raeford Luxury Worsted". What's not to love?

Lastly, a British influenced grey flannel suit with faint windowpane plaid,

complete with ticket pocket, side tab trousers, no belt loops (only brace buttons), and forward pleats,

and even side vents. A bit out of character for me, perhaps, but much to nice to pass on.

by Country Britches for G. Fox & Co. of Connecticut. That purple lining ain't half bad neither.

Total cost of the entire haul: $30.

Yeah, you heard me. ..told you I was the master.