Lc Simoom Shirt
I recently read about a 70-year-old man, Norman Whalen, a noted explorer of the Arabian Peninsula. He considers “a prime-rib dinner and a war movie a big night out.”
Easy to understand, once you know the facts: he rises at 4:30 each morning in order to avoid the heat that builds to 130 degrees three hours later. By 8:20 AM he is seen stumbling; he swoons slightly, then vomits.
The simoom, a fiercely hot, dry wind of grit bearing tiny, sharp bullets of rock, hits your skin, your eyes, your teeth. The simoom is relentless. It never ceases.
Norman Whalen is not there at gunpoint. He is there voluntarily. This is his 18th trip.
We all have our own personal simoom.
Sometimes survival isn’t a matter of just barely holding on but a matter of needing, at a precise point in time, a little flood of something nice, something very, very nice.
(These cool ice-cream-colored shirts are just such a thing, especially if, like Whalen, you’ve had enough of the simoom for the time being.)
Unexpectedly delicious, modestly luxurious pastel shirts. 100% cotton chambray (5 oz). Simple placket, 7 trocas shell buttons. Two button-through chest pockets. Contoured shirttail. Double yoke with pleats. Flat felled seams. Classic shirt collar, nicely top-stitched.
Simoom Shirt (No. 5384). Cool when you’re hot. Light when you’re warm. Brilliant with a serious suit. Brilliant without. Made in Portugal.
Note: Don't think of the melody to "Shaboom", or you'll never get simoom out of your head.
($150 for any two, but only for those who feel that a little flood of something nice is too little. Price reflected at checkout.)