Monarch of Orpheus.

2 a.m. New Orleans.

The Spotted Cat is crowded. Local jazz bands are on all night. My son-in-law, who is a Monarch of Orpheus, is still in full costume. I have been sipping bourbon with him all night.

“Quite a parade,” I say.

“A subtle celebration.” He motions to his outrageous outfit. “Be honest. This is going to be in the catalog, right?”

“Still deciding.”

“Yeah,” He motions to the stage. “What about that?”

Two musicians step to the little wooden stage. The taller man is wearing this sweater. It is, well, in a word, confident. Cool. It stands out in its simplicity and style.

I hadn’t seen anything like it.

Not at One-Eyed Jacks.

Not at Roosevelt or Ritz, from St. Charles to
Tchoupitoulas, nowhere.

“That… is a subtle celebration,” I mutter with a small smile.

Monarch Sweater (No. 3658). I have made it with a proprietary blend of cotton and cashmere that feels ethereally light and incomparably soft. No sweating on stage. Distinguished red pin-striping at collar and hem. Blue oxford cloth on interior placket. Trocas shell buttons.

Whether it’s drinks at Pals, strolls along the Cornish Coast, punting on the Avon, or boulevarding on the Rue de Rivoli… this sweater performs. Imported.

Men’s sizes: S, M, L, XL, XXL.

Colors: Charcoal, Khaki.