My wife is unfortunately correct. I have a lot of clothes.
I have attempted the old " ...but the details on this shirt are different though..." trick countless times.
I have also used the excuse of stuff I like being discontinued. Therefore, it's good to have "stock".
In the dead of night I retrieve packages hidden in my car to be snuck into Singer Towers. The joy of opening up packages from Press, Kamakura and John Simons not being diminished by the discreet illumination by torch/flash light.
To avoid making ludicrous alimony payments I have yet to highlight that fact that if she chose to leave me I would at least inherit her wardrobe space.
But alas, I recognise that I now need to be selective about future purchases.
My problem is that in depths of a freezing cold January my mind is already drifting to an imaginary spring. I want, no NEED, new ecru jeans, maybe a pair of Alden LHS and one of the new Brooks OCBD's. After that Summer will be here, travel restrictions a thing of the past and holidays requiring madras swim shorts and a replacement seersucker shirt will be on the agenda. For Autumn maybe some Paraboots. A never ending quest for perfection.
So what's on your wants list for '22.
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I remain besotted with 'Old School' knitwear: especially Alan Paine. I'd very much like one of those Donegal fleck jumpers I read about on here some dozen years ago.
A Burberrys' '21'.
A plaid driving cap like the one Monk used to wear.
Some worn-in cordo loafers: Alden perhaps.
@Alvey, there is no way I could retrieve parcels in the dead of night as Mrs R is the current CFO, alarm bells were ringing when I took a trip up to JS (alone) for a little spend last summer.
I solved the 'wife problem' years ago: buy and argue/defend/justify later.
I'm in the opposite mode -- I am eyeing the sport coat rack, even after the recent purge, and thinking I can get by with about half of this stuff.
I could jettison a lot of shirts too.
I have stacks of chinos, from the well-made and cuffed to those on the verge of becoming...well, I'd say oil-changing pants except you'd need to be Houdini to get at my oil filter.
Patrick,
A few years ago I heard an interview with Denzel Washington that would appeal to you.
He mentioned a Far Eastern concept around the Mastery Of Life. It was the principle that as one got older you edited your belongings down to a smaller yet more considered selection. Less is more.
My understanding of the thinking behind this is that each item you retain resonates on a far deeper level because it has gone through a thought process.
My problem is I'm a magpie that is always drawn to the next.
^ I agree with Denzel. Too much 'collecting and curating' leads to anxiety. It's perfectly true. Take books, for instance. All I'm buying now I'm buying purely out of interest not because they 'might be worth something'. They can then be given away to friends/Oxfam and so on. I've already sorted three bags of clothing for a local hospice shop: mostly shirts but also some khakis I knew would never work for me.
Donate, donate, donate. Patrick's right to be doing this.
I’m in the same boat as Alvey. Well used to sneaking things from shop to car to wardrobe. Tags, receipts (evidence) removed and disposed of in private. I’ve even gone so far as to secrete items into the attic, waiting a few days, mutter something like “I’m sure I had a…………………. Then climbing into the loft and exclaiming AHA when I find it.
Even so, my mind is turning to Spring. I’ve a craving for madras, ecru, pastel polos. Canvas and boat shoes. Nautical Ivy as AFS called it the other day. Probably more prep than Ivy if anyone cares. But now it’s playing on my mind there’s only one coarse of action.
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^ Nautical Ivy is what I would term 'feelgood Ivy', 'jolly Ivy': puts a spring in your step. In spring, on 'Talk Ivy', a young man's fancy turns not to tumbling fair maidens in the hedgerow but digging out the Sperry...
Probably on top of my list is a pair of brown Sebago loafers. Got black which I’m very pleased with. Not so happy with the burgundy Weejuns.
In my head they’ll look great with those ecru five pockets and a polo as I bowl along the marina. Linen jacket slung over my shoulder.
Even though I’ll really be standing in the school pick up queue. Or wandering around Tesco clutching the dreaded list.
Ah, I have my 'Aldi rig-out': most often jeans, sweats and sneakers. I learned not to wear decent coats with vulnerable buttons as they too often catch in the wire of the trolley. Had visions of ruining my favourite old Burberry.
My only supermarket rule is that I wear a particular pair of glasses that don’t get worn anywhere else. With a mask and hat I can walk right past anyone that knows me and get the job done and out of there.
Denzel knows what he’s talking about. Remember as a kid you had two or three LPs? You listened to them endlessly. Studied the sleeves. Really got inside and fell in love with them forever. As you get older you collect and spend more and more, listen to it all less, and eventually return to those original favourites. Small is beautiful. But like Alvie I’m too flighty
I really have all I need and still entertain the unlikely possibility of finding enough internal discipline and conviction to hone it all down to the MYTHICAL CAPSULE WARDROBE. Would I find peace of mind and fulfilment with a Zen-like collection of :
2 winter coats
2 tweed, 1 cord, 1 cotton Ivy jacket
1 chambray, 1 denim, 5 other shirts
3 T shirts, 3 polo shirts
2 jeans, 2 chino, 1 cord trousers
1 loafers, 1 brogues, 1 desert boots, 1 sneakers
10 ties
1 umbrella
2 hats
2 belts
2 scarves
socks and undies
a dab of Penhaligon's Blenheim Bouquet behind the ears every morning
Replace each item only as they wear out. One out, one in.
It's achievable - but could I ever actually do it? Fortune favours the brave...
I have a good friend who works on the principle of '1 in - 1 out' , going back maybe 5-6 years when he was required to wear a suit to work he'd have 3 work suits, and 5 business shirts, changed them every year, 5 off-duty shirts ( RL or Gant),changed them every year, later 3 polos, (I've asked him when he changes his polos to let me have the outgoing ones for gardening , car washing etc !), for the first 20 years I knew him he always wore those JD Williams jodhpur boots, one time he went to buy a new pair from the shop in ( I think) Bond St, bought the new ones and left the pair he arrived in with the sales staff, even extended this to his cd collection when he reached 500, 1 in 1 out, I think the good lady that came into his life 10-12 years ago has softened his approach to his 1 in 1 out policy a little.....
I've got plenty of shirts, so I don't honestly need any more. But having said that I could be tempted by a green Miles-esque green Oxford, either from Jakes or perhaps the forthcoming JS one. I'm also finding myself drawn to the idea of a patterned shirt again after eschewing them for quite a while — maybe a vintage paisley or something. Dunno though.
Overcoats and jackets I'm well stocked with too, though I could find room for a racing green Harrington or Drizzler.
Definitely have space for some good 5-pocket Bedfords, though they all seem to be silly money nowadays.
And finally, I'm after some loafers, but again would rather not pay full price for Aldens and Rancourts, and don't seem to have much luck finding decent vintage pairs for some reason.
From time to time I make promises to myself (such as, be kinder to Woofboxer) that I fully intend keeping. Then something seems to come over me, something uncontrollable. I will note a fleeting Ivy image (else fixate upon one), and all my good intentions fly out of the window. So, I'm still in full Monk/MJQ mode, in spite of being an ofay motherfucker. ('Though he tries with all his might, he cannot change from black to white': Mezz Mezzrow tried it, in reverse). Plaid, Madras, long socks are all on my - brief - list, with a plaid coat way on top, y'dig? A sports jacket, not a blazer, preferably cotton, though a summerweight wool would do nicely. I might even begin a fresh (long overdue) experiment with hats.
At a certain point I found I didn't own the stuff, it owned me.
Books, CDs and DVDs, and fly-fishing equipment are all out of control too. But I had to start somewhere, and clothing is the bulkiest.
Staxfan - I’ve always followed the ‘1 in - 1 out’ policy with women, things get too complicated with more than one. I try to follow the same policy with clothes, but not so successfully.
AFS - ‘From time to time I make promises to myself (such as, be kinder to Woofboxer) that I fully intend keeping.’
You’ve been very kind to me so far this year … but there are 359 days to go.
I fully intend to come round and steal your Horace Silver CDs...
Spendthrift,
You are sir are a man after my own heart. Reality versus a mystical jazz Ivy life.
In my mind I'm buying Spring clothes for a sunny day in Soho. I'm sockless in loafers and enjoying a coffee at Bar Italia. I can here The Crusaders Keep that Same Old Feeling playing softly in the background.On the table in front of me is a well thumbed Highsmith novel.
In reality I have a never completed list of time consuming chores that require my immediate attention.
Woof - sound policy regarding women, I met my wife when I was 18, so never had that problem , surprisingly still married after all these years..... trying to apply the policy for shirts in particular....
Jdemy - Moleskin pants
Check out the John Simons sale.