Anglophilia

For any guy interested in menswear to any degree, Anglophilia is hard to avoid. So many of the staples of a man's wardrobe are derived from British influence in one way or another: the navy blazer, the cardigan sweater, the trench coat, the button down collar...the list is endless.Even the Milanese and the Florentines, whose manner of dress in menswear can be so distinctive, owe a hefty bit of gratitude to the Brits. Today, I trotted out the British gear in full force:
A classic Barbour Moorland jacket, Brooks Brothers cotton sweater, made in England, and a cashmere and wool Burberry check scarf (heisted from Mrs. G. note: real men know how to selectively steal clothing from women) work very well with a Polo button down and a no name silk ascot.

This stripes/plaid/foulard print combo may be on the verge of pushing it, but I think the strong solid colors of the sweater and jacket nail things down pretty well.

However, I must admit to being delighted with the bold clash created between the iconic Burberry house check and the tartan lining of the Barbour.

Topped off with an American made, but clearly British derived, wool driving cap in grey herringbone tweed.

And while my Levi's dungarees may betray my true nationality as an uncouth Yank, they work quite well with these vintage English made Clark's chukka boots in dark green suede. Just for good measure, one more pattern on the socks to really strain the edge of the envelope.

They happen make a pretty good cup of working man's afternoon tea across the pond, too. I buy this stuff at my local Indian run grocery/convenience store...ah, the remnants of imperialism.

Cheerio!