Hello ladies and gents! A sartorial question for you all...
... what is your opinion of linen suits? Do they capture the essence of the dashing gent about town, or are they more redolent in your mind of the aura of Cockney Sharper? Will I look the type of chap who draws the attention of women, or draws the attention of a woman's ... client? Will I attain a certain European sophistication by the purchase of such a suit, or will I merely look like an Eastern European greyhound-nobbler?
I must know! Before my next annuity...
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When I think of linen I imagine a fine Indian chap in a white sherwani like a Mogul prince - I guess this wasn't what you had in mind?
well, the suit in question was glimpsed in an Italian clothing store in Covent Garden. And we all know how that can go - on the one hand, one can don the sartorial splendour of The Indomitable Mr Keating; but on the other, one looks like the Greasy Card Shark at The End of The Bar...
... but in fact in this case the suit does have an Indian sherwani-style collar, which may or may not add to the italian Grifter quotient...
Only if it is white, and only if it is worn in the hotter climes.....
white?! White suits would certainly grant me a piquant aureur de gigolo! I think best avoided, lest I am wooing super rich spinsters on the Isle of Capri...
As I write these words I'm wearing a pair of newly-acquired (casual) linen trousers and not only do I fancy myself more of a man-about-town than ever, but I think the mid-to-darker range of linen attire marks the gentleman of distinction. All the Europeans are doing it, and it makes this damn stinking hot weather more bearable.
If only Australians were more sartorially-aware, this would caught on in the Antipodes ages ago!
I too have linen trousers, Mr. Nottlesby. The question though is whether top-to-toe linen is the cats meow or the pimps hiss?
Oh, it's the cat's, you can be sure of that. The dapper cat, the kind that knows the musicians at the jazz club by their first names, and can procure a good bottle of anything his lady wants in the depths of Prohibition.
You have my word.
I want to be that cat! But what's this about prohibition? Say it isn't so!!!!
Nay, sir, Im toying with ye. There's certainly no Prohibition over here at least. I proffered it merely as an example of the mythical feats the properly-attired chap is capable of.
Have ye purchased? I have my eye on a very dapper navy-blue linen suit, but I wonder if it will be too casual for a round of summertime job interviews...
Though I am paid a small annuity by The Inquisition, sadly it is paid monthly, so I cannot purchase for another 2 weeks. I shall keep you informed of the state of sartorial play, as it were, when the annuity comes in...
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