Maybe this pushes it more than anything. When at my most 'Ivy-defiant' I wore the one HBH now owns, but saw one in John Simons that put mine in the shade. Shirts and shorts are never a problem, but heads did turn when I strolled into the Co-Op for bagels wearing that baby. Maybe Hank will put up a picture. Frankly, for me, now - Mr. Roest! - the antithesis of my style, which is, seersucker jacket excluded, understated by texture and colour.
Nothing hardcore about them; tweed jacket when it's cold, blazer when it's not, madras when it's hot. My default choice these summer mornings, the jackets weigh mere grams and pack away to nothing when things warm up.
They do however call for the utmost restraint in regard to the rest of the kit: White shirt, khakis or the plainest of jeans, loafers or at a pinch white tennis shoes.
Can't put up a picture, lack the technical know how, but it's a wild jacket, for sure!
Didn't have the balls to don it, yet...