A few years ago, while watching the Coen brothers’ Intolerable Cruelty, Izzy was greatly impressed by the wardrobe of George Clooney’s character, in particular a sumptuous gray flannel suit with folds like butter. It’s too bad that Izzy isn’t a 42-regular with $2,500 to spare, since thanks to eBay he could have bid on one of the (Kiton) suits from the movie.
According to Newsweek, patrons of tattoo parlors are increasingly getting inked with their favorite brand logos.
Perhaps that Polo pony is actually one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
In honor of National Underwear Day, Izzy would like to bring to your attention a style of boxer rarely found in America, but one that he has enjoyed wearing.
As you can see, the fly is scalloped-shaped, which makes it both quite comfortable and helps to prevent anything from indecorously poking out.
You can find this sort of style, which unfortunately Izzy doens’t know the name of, on sale at the British shirtmaker T. M. Lewin.
While reading pleasurably by the pool this weekend, Izzy came across a passage from John Keats’ letters in which the poet explains his cure for depression:
“Whenever I find myself growing vapourish, I rouse myself, wash and put on a clean shirt, brush my hair and clothes, tie my shoestrings neatly, and in fact adonize as I were going out—then all clean and comfortable I sit down to write. This I find the greatest relief.”
Gentlemen suffering from the blues, adonize thyselves!
Probably no haberdasher can take more credit for having created the Ivy League look, nowawadays called “trad” (for traditional American), than J. Press, which started as an outfitter to Yalies in New Haven. There’s a story that while in office a heckler shouted at the first George Bush, “Why do you always wear those boring Brooks Brothers suits?” Bush smiled, unbuttoned his jacket, and showed the J. Press label on the inside.
Though J. Press can indeed be ultra-conservative at times, Izzy doubts anyone would call these clever, youthful ties boring.
If anyone reading this works for Mr. Armani, please pass this message along to your boss:
Thomas Mahon, the Savile Row tailor will gladly meet up anywhere with you, anytime, in front of the press and some bloggers. Then, armed only with basic tools i.e. tape measure, bolt of cloth, shears, needle and thread, chalk etc, you two will both measure and make a suit for a third gentleman, a customer, WITHOUT the assistance of anyone else. Just the tailor, the customer and the tools.
When completed, we will show our results live, to the press and the blogosphere. Then we can all transparently see how much the skills actually match the rhetoric. Easy.
Izzy loves the idea: Iron Chef meets Project Runway.
Izzy recently saw The Devil Wears Prada, which he thoroughly enjoyed. Though not mentioned by name, Valentino makes a surprise appearance in the film. Izzy was happy to see the sun-kissed couturier looking like a human being, and not an Oompa-Loopma as in times past.
Incidentally, for those of you who have ever wondered about such things, that strip of fabric with a buttonhole that extends from Valentino’s left lapel is called a throat-latch.
One of Izzy’s favorite sections in his daily newspaper is the obiturariesâ€”as the saying goes, they’re the only news that stays news. While recently reading about the life of Gerard Oury, the director of some of France’s favorite comedy films, Izzy learned that after receiving a string of death threats, Oury
responded by carrying a pistol concealed in a Louis Vuitton bag.
Only a Frenchman could have made a Louis Vuitton bag trĂ¨s masculin.