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Feast your eyes on this! 100% Super One-Twenty, Windowpane, chalk-white, on a navy backdrop. Fully Canvassed, mind you, for the elegance of the suit is dictated by its drape, the structure the cloth streams from shoulder to waist. Here! Do you see it? No? The shoulder, it’s expression: Spalla Camicia! Simplification of the cumbersome Neapolitan, shedding all the padding of the English shoulder. (Padding, I emphasize, is for insecure prepubescent girls.) Ah, but the star of the show, the six by two, the armour of choice of all dandies, the de facto of the eternally stylish, the double breasted jacket! Shoulder wide peaked lapels drawing horizontal lines that elongate the torso, nipping the waist. (And as they say, I like my jackets like I like my women: Double-breasted.)
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
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Feast your eyes on this! 100% Super One-Twenty, Windowpane, chalk-white, on a navy backdrop. Fully Canvassed, mind you, for the elegance of the suit is dictated by its drape, the structure the cloth streams from shoulder to waist. Here! Do you see it? No? The shoulder, it’s expression: Spalla Camicia! Simplification of the cumbersome Neapolitan, shedding all the padding of the English shoulder. (Padding, I emphasize, is for insecure prepubescent girls.) Ah, but the star of the show, the six by two, the armour of choice of all dandies, the de facto of the eternally stylish, the double breasted jacket! Shoulder wide peaked lapels drawing horizontal lines that elongate the torso, nipping the waist. (And as they say, I like my jackets like I like my women: Double-breasted.)
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
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