Pooting in Church and the Horizontal Treatise

“Man…That’s as ugly as pooting in church” … I can hear my best childhood and fratty brother DCA saying it right now. Church pooting. Say it. Out loud. At least once-you know you want to.

Sunday saw me engaged in an après handlin’ brunch with LFG and her mom. I figured-because we know that God doesn’t care what you wear-as long as you cover you’re a_s up-that I’d bust out in my fancy lined linen Flusser blazer. You know the one-yellow lining and blue and white silk striped sleeves.

I have no original ideas. This linen blazer was concocted years ago after having dinner with Puerto Rykken and Alan Flusser. The Flussman sported said coat at dinner and had the sleeves turned back-exposing said lining. I had to pounce. But where did I go wrong? Where did the dice fuzziness go wild? I simply asked for a fancy lining and figured that my tailors would use better judgement. 

The result-my best buddy DCA would say that everything on this rig is strong…butcept the lining is “church pooting ugly”. I might agree. Three/Two sack. Open patches-including breast. Two sleeve buttons...and an ugly lining.

But give me some props for the contrivance. I've declared it ok to bust out the Nantucket Reds and the accesories like this belt. It works-shut the ____up.

Flusser Pocket square looks like a cotton print. It's silk-just ask me.

New and Lingwood cashmere and cotton gingham shirt-half price from my trip across the pond. It was too warm for the shirt on Sunday. You can color this one gone till cooler weather rolls back around.

Ok, let’s move on to the Horizontal Treatise….I’ve stolen these pictures with reckless abandon from our buddy Chris over at Off the Cuff. While LFG and I were frolicking last week on Spring Break, Chris was interviewing Flusser at the DC trunk show. Check him out here.

I wish that I’d witnessed this stripy horizontality in person because my edgy man Flusser was knockin’ it out of Stripe City Park. And you thought that I came up with the cowboy barrel cuff on my own. Nope-here's the godfather of fuzzy-replete with said barrel. BAM!

But what really lands this contrivance in the Fuzzy Dice Sweet Spot is the horizontal striped shirt girded with a kiss my ascot horizontal striped belt.

My Sartorial Guide-Flusser has obviously stepped off of the give a shit bus (as if he was ever on it) and boarded the Fuzzy Dice Express.

Onward-Fuzzily-With dreadful respiratory gunk…ADG sans cocktails.