Vox's fits are always highlights, yeah. Who was it... back in the 60's this diplomat/Boston Brahmin wore cotton suits in Vietnam: Avery Harriman, perhaps. The photos were black and white; I wonder if the suit was khaki or yellow like Vox's linen. The quote that went with the image was something like, "now there was someone secure in their Brahminness, secure in knowing a cotton suit was appropriate in summer."
Not Harriman, but Lodge. Lodge was from from old Brahmin family, a son of a poet, but Harriman was New Yorker, a son of a robber baron. - B
Not quite up to your standards of fit, Vox, but, apart from the white socks pretty cool. When he found out where he was going, he must have dug thorough his closet for something to wear and turned up this suit from his college days.
Lodge was from from old Brahmin family, a son of a poet, but Harriman was a New Yorker, a son of a robber baron.
I posted this two years ago in reaction to Vox's posting of the Lodge photo:
I had meeting with Lodge's son, Henry Sears Lodge, at the
St Regis Hotel, possibly the King Cole Bar, in 1969 or 70.
Like his father, he was (is) an imposing physical presence,
about forty, 6" 4" + built like a football lineman, and handsome
in a blond WASP patrician way. Even then I was relatively
knowledgeable about clothes and immediately recognized
that he was wearing bespoke: a blue double breasted,
side vented suit in a winter weight even though it was
summer, complemented with a spread collar shirt and
a club tie. Probably a club he actually belonged to.
I felt like a peasant in my Brooks or Paul Stuart "tropical"
Ivy uniform, even though I had by then moved beyond
button-down collars and was wearing Church's shoes.
We discussed a project in South America in which he
was involved and I might be interested. As far as I
know, it never went anywhere.
You know, the more I think about this, the more disturbing it gets. His shirt sleeves are too short. His jacket sleeves are, what, three inches too short? His pants, which, I must admit, do show off his white socks to good effect, are comically high-water even for old money. And the jacket . . . well, let'd just say that this jacket was actually cut with closed quarters and leave it at that. All I can conclude is that either a) he had this suit -- and shirt -- made when he was 16 or b) everything is off the rack and he is a big guy that nothing will fit properly. But geez, what a trainwreck. This is supposed to be a style icon of yesteryear? Maybe Henry Cabot Lodge's heirs can sue Thom Browne for stealing his gig.