GTH or kiss my…

…socks.

".....There's one thing that he loves and that is flattery. 

One week he's in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes. 
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion. ..."

I’m truly grateful to the anonymous commenter who put the Davies brothers and their cohort Kinks back on my radar screen. Dedicated Follower of Fashion couldn't be more complementary to the GTH twaddle-echo that I continue to feed. It’s just too damned fun to cease. Shut up.

The skies and temperature belie any tease of spring where I’ve been lately but that didn’t quell my desire to further campaign my trad impertinence. Corduroy and moleskin will probably remain front and center for a few more weeks so I busted out in an old pair of Cordings orange cords. I bought these and a pair of similarly tinted moleskins many years ago and LFG calls them my “pumpkin pants”. Funny, I’ve never thought to wear them on Halloween.

Topping these off with a black ribbed cotton Ralph sweater circa 1997 seemed to de-GTH the rig too much so I threw on a pair of pink Ralph cotton socks-courtesy of my $25.00 gift certificate that the Lauren gang sent my way the other week. Soon as these pedal coverings manifested-I was back in the GTH game.

Intermittent rain evokes no fear in a pair of shell cordovan loafers so I sported these old Ralph babies on the southernmost end of this impertinent shroud. Just as well have them fend off the precip on my behalf because for the life of me I can’t keep a shine on these like I can on the Alden Number Eights. Wet shell cordovan needs to dry on its own accord as the exoskeleton of unvarnished wick worthy cedar shoe trees.

Our buddies over at J. Press have just a touch of GTH impertinentalia this season. I’m lost for words to capture how fortunate I feel that Aunt Tootie and I are to have a coat to match our GTH pants. 

Three button sack coat-all cotton-all trad-all Press-all GTH. I’ll have one in a 38 portly-short-extra arrogant.

And geez…can one possibly find socks that would evoke venom and vitriol to any greater degree than the polka dots and squares? I remain steadfast in my effort to trump these but for sure it will be a while before something emerges to dethrone this duo.

Look, I didn’t start this nonsense. Bud Collins did. Take it up with him.

Onward. Following Fashion. With the Kinks