pejsek
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The recent blizzard of discussion about brogues/wingtips got me to wondering. How and when did the black wingtip fall from its lofty perch as the go-to shoe for American men? I was born in 1961 and as far back as I can remember the black wingtip was the one shoe all men seemed to reach for when they got dressed up.
Around here these days there's a lot of well-informed chatter about how the brogue is an inherently casual shoe. And while I can't say I really disagree, this certainly wasn't always the case in the US. My well-dressed grandfather always had a pair of black wingtips at the ready--as did my not so well-dressed college professor father. And my uncle sported a pretty unyielding daily uniform of Brooks Brothers pinstriped or solid charcoal suit with a white ocbd and black wingtips.
When I first started getting interested in old bespoke clothes about 15 years ago I regularly turned up black brogues here in San Francisco from the likes of Maxwell, Lobb, and Cleverley. Well, as Grayson would say they must have been doing this under extreme duress. But still, I wore black brogues with suits well through the nineties and never felt anything other than virtuously proper.
Only when I started reading Flusser did I start to prefer brown shoes. And only once I rather half-consciously started accepting the dicta of forum groupthink did the scales fall from my eyes and I could see the black brogue for the mongrel it surely must be. Things change, of course, but it's always sad for me to see regional variations blur and die out. I hope the old Austro-Hungarians will keep on keepin' on with their Budapesters. And I must admit a certain wistfulness at the disappearance of the black wingtip from the American landscape.
Around here these days there's a lot of well-informed chatter about how the brogue is an inherently casual shoe. And while I can't say I really disagree, this certainly wasn't always the case in the US. My well-dressed grandfather always had a pair of black wingtips at the ready--as did my not so well-dressed college professor father. And my uncle sported a pretty unyielding daily uniform of Brooks Brothers pinstriped or solid charcoal suit with a white ocbd and black wingtips.
When I first started getting interested in old bespoke clothes about 15 years ago I regularly turned up black brogues here in San Francisco from the likes of Maxwell, Lobb, and Cleverley. Well, as Grayson would say they must have been doing this under extreme duress. But still, I wore black brogues with suits well through the nineties and never felt anything other than virtuously proper.
Only when I started reading Flusser did I start to prefer brown shoes. And only once I rather half-consciously started accepting the dicta of forum groupthink did the scales fall from my eyes and I could see the black brogue for the mongrel it surely must be. Things change, of course, but it's always sad for me to see regional variations blur and die out. I hope the old Austro-Hungarians will keep on keepin' on with their Budapesters. And I must admit a certain wistfulness at the disappearance of the black wingtip from the American landscape.