“Dress as You Do in a Country House.”
—E. Waugh (1903-1966).
French revolutionaries sharpened the guillotine.
Russian anarchists tossed bombs.
In the 1920s and ‘30s, however, young Englishmen quietly wore their country tweeds to London.
The result was a massive acquiescence of power by conventional-thinking starched-collar types.
Easy, confident tweed can have a similar effect in America today. When you look like a master of the hunt, brain cells bred for obedience just helplessly go off.
To be worn kindly: this splendid Irish tweed grouse-hunting jacket with all the traditional country details, e.g., buttoning throat-latch, rear bi-swing vents and stitched-down Norfolk belt, suede elbow patches.
(“A frightfully attractive man,” confided the mistress of Ditchley Park, “he wore just the right sort of tweed jacket with leather patches.”)
Grouse-Hunting Jacket (No. 5455), as described. 100% wool in a luxurious handwoven brown plaid from the Magee Mill in Donegal, Ireland. Remarkably well-tailored, with three pockets in the satin-lined interior and real working-button cuffs. Imported.