(Not oxford cloth.)
I know that the historical record proves me wrong, but I would swear that this country — possibly the western world — was founded and built by men wearing oxford cloth shirts. There just can’t be anything remotely as comfortable, as hard-wearing and suitable for honest toil. I think I’m a bit obsessed with it today.
Perpetually stylish Gianni Agnelli chose to wear the buttons undone on his starched B² oxford. Cool, yes, but I’m not sure it would be anything other than distracting in an American office. And I’ve never really been a fan of the button down with a suit, regardless of the images of other extremely elegant exemplars of the style.
There should be some sort of hybrid. A shirt that one could wear starched to the office and crumpled at the weekend.
Perhaps a club collar like these Land’s End Canvas numbers? (Thanks, Toad!) Although I’d prefer a self-collar, I think.
Or this cutaway, which is apparently unavailable, by Hackett.
This Patrick Ervell find at Valet mag is a stunner. ADG, this has your monogram all over it.
I’m going to have a go at at least one of these designs. If only to replace the crumpled Bengal stripe from J. Crew I’ve worn for the past two days.