I imagine 99% of people who wear such shirts would think we're sad for spending our free time on an antiquated forum endlessly discussing the minutiae of unfashionable clothing.

They're probably right, but it won't stop me.

Last edited by Yuca (2021-10-07 14:45:18)

I've just been reading some Chens-involved stuff about the button-down shirt, and began rubbing, between finger and thumb, the collar of the faux-Madras piece of crap I'm wearing to do Sunday morning chores.  Yesterday, in the vague hope of finding something interesting in the rather bleak, former mining towns that lie to the east of me, I saw collars, sad and pointless, by the hundreds.  They look, in some cases, as though they have been simply banged flat to the body of the shirt, possibly by an out-of-work joinery apprentice.  What became of the beauty of it all?  How did male clothing come to be so ugly?
One of the best things that I saw was an old M&S woollen jacket with patch pockets, perhaps from the 1970s.  It seemed honest.  Teamed with, say, jeans and bucks, it might have looked quite well on a younger man.  I might have chosen one of those old Brooks shirts with the yellow and white stripes to sit behind it.  Grey and yellow, yes, a possibility. 
I've seen about a dozen jackets recently claiming to be 'Made In Italy'.  They are horrendous.  Buttons and zips.  Elasticated waistbands.  God knows where they're coming from or doing in the area that spawned D.H. Lawrence.