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In three days the Chicago Cubs will open a season as defending champions for the first time in over a century. It almost feels like it was just last week that I was gathered in the living room with my … Continue reading
We’re in the middle of awards season and as much as I love the classic black, peak lapel tuxedo, I’m always most impressed by those who can inject a little swagger and break out from the norm. Maybe it’s a … Continue reading
We’re in a hole. It’s not a deep hole, but it’s one we’d rather not be in. It could get deeper tonight but hopefully we’ll level it out instead. Dos a cero became dos a uno Friday night and not … Continue reading
I honestly don’t fish enough to justify owning a shirt specifically built for that purpose. But if I were to, I would definitely pick up a Rogia Plaid Harbor Shirt from Vineyard Vines.
It’s strange. Now that we had a Triple Crown winner last year, I’m not nearly as excited for the Kentucky Derby. There was just something about that drought and anticipation that had me excited every year that it might just … Continue reading
You would think finding one green, orange and white striped bow tie would be easy. News flash, it’s not. So instead here’s a four leaf clover-patterned bow tie, the Luck of the Irish from Vineyard Vines.
The nautically striped sweater coverage continues. It’s a style I’ve been particularly fond of this year. For the next in what will likely be an ongoing series, Vineyard Vines adds in a dash of red with its Placed Stripe Crew … Continue reading
I haven’t lost my mind, I know this is a Thursday, but I won’t be posting tomorrow so the Bow Tie Friday recap has been pushed up a day. Bow Tie Friday has been the longest feature on the blog. … Continue reading
Fair Isle is winter’s equivalent of seersucker, a pattern that many people think should be restricted to a brief window of wear. For Fair Isle that starts in November and runs through Christmas, but with Fair Isle’s association with Christmas … Continue reading