It's What's on the Inside That Counts

One of the nice things about proper men's wear is how little it really changes. When you find the good stuff, it doesn't matter how old it is or how ling you plan on owning it. The stuff has staying power. That being said, sometimes the most interesting thing to talk about is the lining.

Take for instance this navy flannel blazer. It's a two button sack, lapped seams, deep patch pockets. You don't need a photo of the outside because you already know what it looks like. The inside, however, is quite another story.

Even from a distance I'm sure you can tell that's one hell of a lining,

Cricketeer for Kennedy's. I seem to be turning those two names up a lot lately,

Made "The American Way", with wool. I guess that means when I wear it the sky will seem bluer, the beer will seem cheaper, and the burgers will taste beefier. Just wait, it gets better.

Here we see two birds in flight, likely a hawk chasing some other bird,

Bingo! The hawk wins every time!

All this while a gentry falconer looks on from atop his favorite mare on the grounds of the family manor in the country.

A fairly un-American scene for such an American piece of clothing. I guess we can call it a case of mis-directed Anglophila?

I actually bought this to sell at the Top Shelf Flea. But it fits me better than my old flannel blazer, and its ten times cooler. I think I might just have to keep it, even if that does break the old rule about the drug dealer using his own stuff.