Greetings from the Maxminimus Global Nerve Center. Handling some Friday odds and ends before gearing up for the big LFG weekend. Just call me Chauffeur Daddio. Christmas Cotillion tonight-Alexandria Scottish Walk in the morning-Trim the Tree Party in the afternoon…daddies aren’t invited. The Alexandria Holiday Parade of Boats Saturday night and the LFG-ADG Christmas tree procurement on Sunday. Stay tuned as I should have one heck of a weekend update for you on Monday.
So, how about some sartorial randomness till Monday ok? First I’m pleased to say that the back issues of The Rake Magazine arrived. I’ll report more on the magazine later but I can tell you for now that it’s top rate in terms of layout-materials-as well as content. I worry though for the future of any print media these days.
Sharp Suits also arrived. I’m not disappointed since my expectations weren’t too high. It’s long since been reconciled that I’m biased but the Flusser and Bernhard Roetzel books pretty much have the sartorial erudition-mission complete.
I took a quick gander at it and snapped a few images for you. Here's one of you know who...replete in yet another interpretation of windowpane.
Check out the blades on this vintage Ralph image. I bet he'd probably soften the shoulders on this contrivance today.
In the spirit of giving the green flannel blazer another go-I donned it yesterday with jeans. Two things are going to help mitigate my inability to figure out how to rig this baby.
First, the other buttons are en route from Flusser and that should help matters a bit. Second, I have so rarely worn this coat that the “new” remains fully part of this garment. LFG will do some grape stomping on it for me this weekend in an effort to further the cause.
Today its Levis 501s-Flusser navy with light gray windowpane…peak lapels three-two roll and pleated open patch pockets.
Step back please. There's nothing here that concerns you.
Alden shell cordovans with cashmere blend yellow socks. No extree charge for the little pills on the hosiery-just take 'em with a full glass of water-thank you. Shut up.
On a final note before I turn you over to Body Jewelry redux…I had dinner the other night at Bistrot du Coin and I’m facing this completely out of context little tin sign on the wall. I think it’s a cruel joke of fate to make me stare at this numeric reminder of my current state of celibacy.
Onward…at sixty nine miles per hour.
ADG
Body Jewelry
Kinda like the old Brylcream slogan…”A little dab'll do ya”. Wearing body jewelry is a bit like wearing cowboy boots. It’s a perilous endeavour and a slippery slope, even for the most facile participant. Be careful. Be very careful.
We don’t use much of it around here. Other than one pierced nipple anchoring a simple gold loop, we have a watch, a ring and a necklace. A simple gold chain holds a cross and a Masonic talisman. My sister gave me the cross when I was in high school and I’ve worn it ever since. It has bite marks on it-I used to have a nervous habit of clinching it between my teeth while taking tests in college. I know, Freud would have a field day with that one. The Masonic charm belonged to my grandfather. And yes, before the question is asked, I am a Mason. I wouldn’t wear the emblem if I wasn’t.
My code says that other than a wedding band, you may wear one ring…ONLY. Mine is a carnelian crest ring. I opted for something a bit more unique than the typical gold crest ring. My family crest includes a double wide, some plastic flamingos and a lion with his mane cut in a Billy Ray Cyrus mullet. You know, “business up front-party in the back”. I had a black onyx fraternity ring in college. I never wanted my college ring…ours looked too much like high school.
My watches are reasonably priced tank watches…duo dials…I’ve posted about them before. Leather or grosgrain watchbands. My wrists are too skinny for metal bands and clunky watches.
Now, regarding pinky rings. I’d say that there is about .001% of the population who can pull this look off and most of them have titles and live over “there”. Don’t even try it. Nothing good will come of it.Remember, less is more. And no, I don't have, nor intend to have anything pierced. Maybe I'll risk my heart again one day but that's about it on the piercing front
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