Boston has reached the point of nearly hot weather. I say nearly because lately we've been perfect. Warm and sunny enough to make everyone all happy, enough to sweat a bit, but not so uncomfortable as to make a blazer a self inflicted torture.I don't have a sailboat, or a beach house. I likely never will. However, I'm more than willing to use the fact that I was born in raised in Boston, a coastal city with both a sea-faring and Ivy League tradition, as a license to push the nautical/gth aesthetic to the hilt come Summer.
Rip me all you want about my baseball cap. Until this year, I too was staunchly anti ball cap and sports jacket. But I dig this cap, it's pretty sharp, and as such I've changed my mind. Style and rigid inflexibility rarely play well together.
As is usually the case in menswear, the real story is in the fine print, the little details. Take for example my pocket square. The life of a thrifty cheapskate makes a man resourceful. That square is actually a piece of cloth cut from an old worn out shirt. Who needs to pay money for a cotton Summer square in navy and white gingham, anyway?
A vintage 1980s Lacoste belt, the generous gift of Mrs. G. a few years back. I'm not generally a fan of brand logos, but this belt gets a pass. Stretch ribbon with navy blue leather and a brass buckle, made in France. What else is a fella gonna use to hold up his patch madras trews? Really...
Finished with faded navy blue Sperry sneakers, also the generous gift of Mrs. G. Socks, of course, would be downright abhorrent under the circumstances.So, who wants to invite me on to the yacht for gin and tonic? One at a time, please.
Ahoy!
