Most mens’ fashion writers find inspiration in classic movies, old clothing catalogues, or on Instagram. I have lately found it in Gilmore Girls. Before you object, let me start, as a gentleman would, by blaming my wife.
Lately, some of my favorite menswear style icons have been women. Perhaps I’ve just gotten tired of worshipping the same old pics of Marcello Mastroianni, Serge Gainsbourg, and the Duke of Windsor. Or maybe it’s the cumulative effect of so many images of Hillary Clinton in pantsuits.
On the night of his senior prom, my little brother Ethan lost his pants. Normally, this would be cause for congratulations, but I was less than pleased— he was supposed to wear these pants to my upcoming wedding. The pants belonged to a vintage tuxedo with a matching peak lapel jacket, made by a brand that rhymes with “Shtups Mothers.”