The Gold Blazers We Keep Coming Back To
One of us thinks a gold blazer is a costume you wear twice and donate. The other one, me, has owned four, currently owns three, and wore one to a…
One of us thinks a gold blazer is a costume you wear twice and donate. The other one, me, has owned four, currently owns three, and wore one to a…
I sell swimsuits for a living, not blazers, which means the only reason I own three burgundy blazers is that I stood next to a rack of them at a…
I argued for two years that beige on top of anything was a mistake unless you were extremely tan or extremely pale, no in between. My brother settled it by…
I don’t sell blazers, I sell swimwear, but there’s a running joke on the shop floor about me buttoning everything all the way up like I’m about to inspect a…
I counted, once, out of pure boredom on a delayed flight: over the last two years I have worn my navy suit on twenty six separate occasions that I could…
I counted the other day: out of the last thirty outfits I have photographed for the site, twenty six of them started with jeans. Not skirts, not trousers, not the…
Chinos have a reputation problem. Ask most people what they picture when you say the word and you get some version of the same image: khaki pants, slightly too roomy…
My brother in law Rob caught me halfway across his living room at Thanksgiving two years ago, glanced down at my feet, and said, “Are those brown with a navy…
I was standing at the ironing board at seven in the morning, coffee going cold on the counter, running the tip of the iron along a sleeve that had picked…
I bought my first real navy suit for a cousin’s engagement party eight years ago, and I paired it with a dress shirt that I was convinced was white. It…