Last evening, Mrs. E. and I attended a performance of “Guys and Dolls.” I was one of perhaps a half dozen men in a tie and the only one in a suit instead of a coat and odd trousers. Was I uncomfortable? It got a little warm during the second act, but certainly not unbearable (although a glass of chilled champagne would have helped immeasurably. Note to the Empire Theatre/Theatre IV staff: please lay on more than one bartender.)
The actors, in their authentic 1940’s double-breasted suits must have been far warmer under the lights…. And they were high energy performers, too. I don’t think it was too much to ask that we show a little enthusiasm at the prospect of a delightful evening out.
So, without further ado, a few thoughts I’ve run across on the art of dressing well.
Lord Byron is said to have declared that of the two men he admired most—Beau Brummell and Napoleon Bonaparte—he would rather have been the dandy than the emperor. As a young man, he scrupulously followed Brummell’s sartorial dicta, and was never seen without a white cravat. (Napoleon wore a black neckcloth, a habit condemned by the Beau.) Byron later abandoned his fastidiousness to the extent of having early portraits overpainted with an open-necked shirt, but for a time he embodied Brummell’s philosophy: the maximum of luxury in the service of minimal ostentation.
(From Cabinet Magazine, 2007)
And this from Richard Torregrossa of “Cary Grant Style” What to Wear to a Recession.
We’re off to the beach for a week, where I shall wear little else than a bathing suit or drawstring linen trousers and a shirt. Even I can’t pull off a sarong in North Carolina.
If the internet works, I will try and post a few thoughts along the way. Luck be a lady, tonight.