Excellent ad, carpu...a feel of Luxe Ivy with the glen plaid (?) suit, strong blue socks, long island iced teas, and a very lovely blonde to boot.

I think the problem over there is the unmooring of good dress from any kind of real community, which is the unfortunate reality nowadays. When you have a stable group of good dressers, there arises a norm of good dress accessible to those with even only two of the three - effort, taste, or money. When it becomes a game for gamesmen, whether igents or not, we get people spiraling out of control and squabbling over everything. Perhaps fundamentally we really can't just dress for ourselves; it's the community that liberates us.

Ahhh, the Rev. Cleophus James - praise the Ivy Gods indeed!

It's a cabal - and one that I like belonging to. Like Mithras for the weejunairies.

When do we hold a ceremony?

LOVE that pic at the top, Carpu -

I can predict that our imitators will probably steal it any minute !

Amen. Once one chooses to see the calm light, there is a clear difference between bragging about and dissecting the minutiae of the latest fashions when contrasted with working to maintain a set of complimentary traditions that makes classic yet individual style possible while forgoing trendy distractions.

Ivyist. That's not a bad word at all.