Not for amateurs, the double-breasted jacket is a tricky item to wear successfully. Done wrong, it can make a young man look fuddy-duddyish, or the thin man look corpulent. This number from Valentino is an excellent example of a double-breasted jacket pulled off with panache. The secret lies in the jacket’s fittedness, including its waist-suppression, thin lapels at the correct angle, and an all-around proportionality.
Leaving a mosque in Turkey, World Bank president Paul Wolfowitz made it clear that he himself could use a loan.
Inspired by a letter to the editor enquiring why men in London are going about with scarves knotted like a woman’s, The Daily Telegraph weighs in on this pervasive phenomenon:
“Just what is the right way for a man to wear a scarf?”
[…]“A man’s scarf should be worn inside his overcoat and exposed an inch above the collar, with the tie on view,” protested Ted Shorter from Tonbridge. And the response to this mild observation? In short: Get knotted.
“There is no other way now; this is a major revolution. Everyone is knotting,” said Jeremy Vine, a committed scarf knotter and presenter of BBC1’s Panorama programme. “Scarves are just so long now, you’d be tripping over them otherwise.
“Is knotting too feminine? People will just have to take a view depending on the person.”
Even the established Savile Row tailor Gieves & Hawkes admits time has moved on. The classic drape was immensely popular “to bring some breakage of colour with your lapel”, said our friend with the tape measure.
“And with a silk scarf, really, that’s the only way to wear it. But for a woollen scarf, it’s perfectly acceptable for men to loop and knot.”
Gareth Scourfield, the fashion editor of Esquire magazine, admits that men may be influenced by their wives and girlfriends. “But it has allowed men to wear scarves in a much more creative way. Let’s face it, men don’t have as many exciting clothes to play with as women.”
Nick Foulkes, the author and self-confessed “dandy” and style guru, said: “The scarf is a sartorial flourish. It’s the early 21st century equivalent of the bold linings worn by 1980s estate agents.”
Izzy was surprised to discover such things existed, but these “invisible” socks are a great solution for getting the sockless look in the summer without the chafing or blisters. (Yes, this is way off season, but Izzy is a sucker for a bargain.)
Low-slung trousers, or merely Monsieur Lacroix’s protruding belly? Flower detail, or unfortunate sweat stain?
Machiavelli advises that the best hope of conquering Fortuna is through boldness. Perhaps that is why Izzy has a soft spot for pants in colors fit for a popinjay. Etro here obliges by offering cords in goldenrod and Nantucket red.
Billy Baldwin’s jacket is way, way too long (as are its sleeves). Some hand-me-downs ought to be politely rejected.
As if he weren’t eccentric enough already, it would seem that Johnny Depp begun to plunder the wardrobe of Punky Brewster—or is it Rainbow Brite?
Signores Dolce and Gabbana are no doubt prolific. But, by wearing their trousers so low, their fertility is in grave danger of being crushed by their belt buckles.
P.S. Low. Ri. Der.
Romeo Gigli, the Italian fashion house, just announced that Dario Fo, the Nobel-Prize-winning satirist, will galumph down the catwalk at their upcoming show in Milan. But by inviting Fo, who in this beast of a shearling coat looks like a giant Gore Vidal, it isn’t clear exactly on whom the joke is supposed to be.
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