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I was disheartened by this post.
Will lives a glorious life of bespoke, from suits to shoes to shirts to ties to leather bags. Everything to specifications, nothing for the common man (a positively vulgar concept if ever humanity concocted one). When Will dresses, he can rest assured that what he owns has been devised and executed exactly how he wants it.
And yet, in beach environs, he has no problem with bearing the indignity of swim trunks that are cut to general sizes, rather that to every nook and cranny of his anterior/posterior nether regions. This is no 42L/40L business. This is S, M, L, XL. This is bad. Very, very bad.
Why not purchase a bolt of nylon and have Ambrosi work his magic, with a pair of Zimmerelli of Switzerland silk undies hand-sewn inside (pickstitched to perfection) to cradle the bits and pieces during a liesurely California swim?
Perhaps something with exterior buttons for braces, high in the back and pleated twice in the front?
Turn-up cuffs at the bottom that can be unfastened to release sand and other oceanic debris and then refastened after the deed is done?
Perhaps a bespoke Speedo in Donegal Tweed with just the right amount of drape betwixt the kiwis and the inner thigh?
The possibilities are endless. But Will is happy to snatch any old pair off a clothing rack.
I don't get it. I'm saddened. For all other sartorial pursuits, there is nothing too insignificant to Will to have commissioned. But when it comes to hitting the beach, just about anything will do.
I am disappointed. Truly, truly disappointed.
I was disheartened by this post.
Will lives a glorious life of bespoke, from suits to shoes to shirts to ties to leather bags. Everything to specifications, nothing for the common man (a positively vulgar concept if ever humanity concocted one). When Will dresses, he can rest assured that what he owns has been devised and executed exactly how he wants it.
And yet, in beach environs, he has no problem with bearing the indignity of swim trunks that are cut to general sizes, rather that to every nook and cranny of his anterior/posterior nether regions. This is no 42L/40L business. This is S, M, L, XL. This is bad. Very, very bad.
Why not purchase a bolt of nylon and have Ambrosi work his magic, with a pair of Zimmerelli of Switzerland silk undies hand-sewn inside (pickstitched to perfection) to cradle the bits and pieces during a liesurely California swim?
Perhaps something with exterior buttons for braces, high in the back and pleated twice in the front?
Turn-up cuffs at the bottom that can be unfastened to release sand and other oceanic debris and then refastened after the deed is done?
Perhaps a bespoke Speedo in Donegal Tweed with just the right amount of drape betwixt the kiwis and the inner thigh?
The possibilities are endless. But Will is happy to snatch any old pair off a clothing rack.
I don't get it. I'm saddened. For all other sartorial pursuits, there is nothing too insignificant to Will to have commissioned. But when it comes to hitting the beach, just about anything will do.
I am disappointed. Truly, truly disappointed.
