re: #122 Guanxi88

Yeah, back in the day, I never went out without my hat, and seldom without my soft felt fedora, as favored by my grandfather and hard-boiled gumshoes.

Most of the year, I wore an overcoat - an all-weather coat for milder seasons, but a nice calf-length charcoal grey cashmere one (made by a nice Russian lady who also took in my shirts and could actually do that “french weaving” to repair good fabrics.

I used to run in quite the circles in my younger days. To dress otherwise would have made me conspicuous. Housemate observed of me that I was what she called “conspicuously inconspicuous’ - “You always look like you’ve made every effort possible to ensure that no one remembers much about you wherever you go.”

That’s one of the hallmarks of certain of the really well-dressed. You don’t really notice at first, and then you do. Good taste never screams - and often almost whispers.