Cavalry twill. Nothing short of bulletproof and indeed if you approach your twill apparatus just right, you can net-out a rather bohemian rig. Textularity be the primary driver of its Bohemian potential followed by colour. Olive drabishness catalyzes this thang into wherever-whateversville.
My poacher pocketed, flap breast boondoggle is an all purpose Cavalry Contrivance. Jeans on the south end of the jacket fair rather well and the suit in toto performs admirably too.
Believe it or not, I travel a bit and even after the most dire overhead bin circumstances, once in the hotel bathroom, the wrinkles fall out of the twill with ease, amidst of course my two hour hot shower-steam technique.
I’ve had several days over the last few weeks that required me to suit and cinch up. The transitional weather played right into the hands of Twill Cavalry and I decided to further the folly with a fifteen year old Flusser club collar dress shirt.
I created a rather monochromatic agenda by cinching up with a lovely little club tie of almost identical tonal burps as my twill swathing. Shut up.
A Bohemian rig, especially one with foundational twill sturdy girding, requires a brawny shoe. Nothing could provide better complementary shodding than an Alden Algonquin Monk Strap. Shell cordovan of course and please, could you achieve any more Alden bohemia than this pedal-party-mix tape? You too can sport these babies butcept you’ll need to get to Beverly Hills for the procurement.
Three-two. That’s how we roll in the Bohemian Cavalry.
So what’s with this idea of anything being Bohemian? An unconventional lifestyle championed initially by artists, writers, journalists…you know, those in either the creative or “ideas” business. Oh and the other theme of Bohemianism is that free spirited vagabond-ish attribute…a rolling stone I suppose. Bret Harte fancied himself Bohemian and in mid 19th century America, journalists were often associated with Bohemia. Interesting how that’s changed.
A covey of San Francisco journalists formalized their Bohemian leanings by creating in 1872, the Bohemian Club. Like minded Bohemians…journalists, musicians, artists, actors and “collateral Bohemians” gathered for fellowship at the Bohemian Club downtown or during the summer, at a two-week frolic amongst the 2700 acres owned by the club and known as Bohemian Grove.
I love what Bill Clinton said to a heckler one time who mentioned the Bohemian Club…."Did you say the Bohemian Club? That's where all those rich Republicans go up and stand naked against redwood trees, right?” You can watch it here.
I still feebly maintain a couple of fraternal-all male club affiliations... and I’m certainly no conspiracy theorist but…It’s not too difficult to weave together quickly, the trois ménage of three prominent clubs. Read on.
The He Man Woman Haters Club was first chaired by Alfalfa. The Bohemian Club hates women. And Alfalfa was a Master Mason so there you go. If you don't believe me, and please, don't take my word for it...
...see for yourself.
Smuggled footage of Spanky, gaveling to order the first Club meeting and nominating Alfalfa.
Smuggled footage of Spanky, gaveling to order the first Club meeting and nominating Alfalfa.
These clubs and their minions control everything. The Masons, The Bohemian Club and The He Man Woman Haters Club. So be careful. If you aren’t in with “The In-Crowd” you’ll be victimized at some point by those who are in the fold.
So watch your back. And watch the clip below of Ramsey Lewis performing The In Crowd. It’s a keeper.
Onward. Hootie-Hootie-Hoo.
ADG, II
Ramsey Lewis Trio-The Montreal Jazz Festival
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