Signature personal “sTYLE”
Probably rare for me to do so today, but for a big portion of my adult life, a Barbour coat in lieu of a sportcoat over classic timeless menswear elements was weekly attire. For dozens upon dozens of posts I’ve spoken about Style differing from fashion, stating that “Style” has a commonality that ignores the fickle fashion world: ie rep ties, braces, penny loafers, navy blazers, khakis with or without pleates, blue or white or pink OCBDs, etc etc are perpetually full of Style. In fact the term “in” Style is as much of a malapropism as IRregardless,{sic}, supposeBly {sic}, orientate {sic} etc. Style is always “in” and fashion is “out of” the second it is “in”. However that is not what I am speaking about today. Today is about style with a small s or rather personal “sTYLE”. For example when my friend @John Witvoet has on his CTM RL navy doeskin Blazer and grey slacks and loafers with a rep tie AND then he ads his 10 gallon hat his personal “style” is added to his perpetual CTM “Style”. Or when my friend @Trevor Hudson kicks back on a couch in his well appointed home or snaps a selfie in his RayBans, his personal “style” overshadows his adherence to his donning a perfect Ralph Lauren perpetual “Style” outfit -it’s hard to tell if it’s Trevor, or Ralph Lauren, or the ghost of Steve McQueen. I believe the crux of what @Antonio O. Centeno is promoting here at RMRS is to firstly learn and know the essentials of quality clothing, fit, fabric and function as well as garment care etc., then secondly, to develop one’s own signature “style”. For me personally the influences from my 50 plus year journey with Classic Timeless Menswear is kind of summed up by today’s outfit. While I’ve spoken frequently about my experience with Harold’s uniqueness of it being a store that since the 1940’s until its 2008 demise was a south central US prairie oasis of New England influenced clothing and how it was a benchmark of perpetual “Style”, another big influence in my journey was moving to Richmond Virginia at 25 years of age. While this next statement would offend Richmonders, the guy who hired me (a former fellow employee of the same Boston based HQ company I left) called Richmond the Boston of the South. The Virginia “Style” was as understated as the NE style. The wealthiest guys I knew wore OCBD’s with frayed collars and cuffs, wore khakis almost daily that once they became too tattered, they were relegated to be a guy’s mowing pants. For a native Virginia gentleman, a garment was patched and almost never tossed because it never went “out of” Style. Whenever you saw a guy get out of his beat up station wagon wearing a patched Barbour jacket and 40 year old loafers you would rarely know that this guy just might have a $100,000,000 net worth. I loved that aspect about VA.