I finally got back to the city and had a chance to hit my circuit. I'm trying to buy only stuff that's, in my mind, "great"--or as good as you can find in Canada--and not have to deal with another 101-dress-shirts situation. That means buying stuff in my size. Period. Dack's prairie oxhide oxfords: Two Al Stohlman hand-tooled belts. Lots of wear, brass buckles, and lots of character (bought at a church rummage sale in the country). From the left, mainline Pal Zileri cashmere jacket (peak lapels and cool as hell), Norman Hilton tweed circa. '85, mainline Pal Zileri super 150s dual-vented navy orphan, unstructured Samuelsohn SC, unstructured Samuelsohn SC. You can't sell your soul for a Kiton or Brioni or Borrelli anything in Canada, but you can buy Samuelsohns cheaper than jugs of milk. So instead of trying to look cool, I'll just try to look "distinguished." And a Baldessarini shirt that I'm wearing. Hey, it's clean. And a narrow miss on a Dior Homme cotton suit. It had a weird discolouration on the thigh--it almost looked like a solvent stain. But it was my size, and, man, I wanted that suit, I'm going to have to go back to take another look.