Somnambulant at 5am, in that state where random fragments of thoughts just float across from nowhere, I remembered Sidewinder's (ex of this parish) comments that he was inspired to explore American clothing after watching The Young Philadelphians (1959). So I did what any self-respecting Ivyist did and checked out the film again. And I do declare the boy was on to something - it might just be the most spectacular example of natural shoulderness on celluloid. Newman, exhibiting such ridiculous levels of handsomeness to make any man recoil from the female touch, dons high-level peak boom years tailoring in a range of tweeds and fabrics. The cut is high 3 button and long, they're sack jackets, but not boxy and shapeless, and they remind you that the Ivy jacket really does come in subtle variations. Mr Button Down is very visible of course, but what PN really rocks is the tab collar, worn with repp ties. It's joyful stuff and I recommend it to all.