JLibourel wrote:exigent wrote:Good points all. Interesting to note that the English fellows value understatement, though it is not surprising, if a person knows something of the culture in that beautiful country. Dan's comment is most appropriate, however, since we live in a world of steadily declining standards combined with freely available information, a kind of odd contradiction in terms. I clapped eyes on Men's Health magazine at the book store yesterday (the cover blared something about Style Icons, which caught my eye). Turns out these folks believe that a guy by the name of Patrick Dempsey is a style icon. I had never heard of the actor before, but then it is likely that my own pop-culture deficiencies are to blame for this blissful ignorance. Dan is right that most of the persons one runs across these days wouldn't know bespoke from well-fitted RTW. So if a fellow wants to mess around with his sleeves buttons, well, that's all right with me. But I do subscribe to the solid theory that one is on occasion judged harshly by one's peers for this sort of mild faux pas. Important to analyze your environment correctly....
If it makes you feel better, Jack, I never heard of Patrick Dempsey either! Jack, yeah. In fact, I named my present Tosa (Japanese Fighting Dog) " Dempsey." Yesterday evening a fellow was admiring my dog and asked his name. I said, "Dempsey, as in Jack Dempsey." He said, "Wasn't he a football player?" Ah, the ephemeral nature of fame!
I too checked out that issue of Men's Health after hearing it praised on Style Forum. It didn't look like anything I wanted to spend my money on.
I can recall asking one of the longtime salesmen at the Polo Shop in South Coast Plaza whether he thought unbuttoning sleeve buttons was the privilege of a bespoke (or high end MTM) wearer or sort of a twit thing. He replied, "Twit." Not long ago, I saw him in the shop with all the buttons of his blazer undone and the cuff rolled up. I couldn't resist twitting him about being a twit. He remarked that it was all right within the confines of the shop (I don't know why). To match him I undid my sleeve buttons and rolled up my cuffs, just joking around. As soon as I left the Polo Shop, I buttoned my sleeve buttons properly and kept them that way!
You know it's funny, Jan, how rules designed to be stretched by knowledgeable persons are instead routinely blown apart by didactic twits for whom convenience...rules. The guy in question gave you the kind of arch, stock answer that has little to do with genuine principle: instead, at the time of his earlier certitude, he was likely paroting something he had heard from a more credible source. We both know that even "long serving" modern sales persons know very little of the rules that guide fellows like ourselves. And Polo stores offer serial offenders nonpareil, because the brand itself is an homage to the real things that we love so much, which carries its representatives one step farther away from the truth (the mansion in New York is well worth visiting, mind, but let's be plain about this stuff). Your experience with the salesman in question is typical of the sort of muddled rubbish that greets so many of us at every turn. I do what I want with sleeve buttons, but environment dictates my presentation always. A fellow doesn't turn up for a meeting with conservative peers with his sleeve buttons undone. Unless he wants to be judged the sort of flashy, fly-by-night boob in whom one invests little confidence, that is....