Let’s say that a major political party approaches you and asks you to run for President of the United States.
Flattering, but you probably decline.
A lot of men would. Even a quick glance through the diary reveals stuff that wouldn’t sound good on the 6 o’clock news.
It’s not that we’re bad guys, exactly. Life is complicated. Sometimes a man skips shaving. Other things, too.
For those occasions when you want to marshal all your resources, not just the bright shiny ones, I offer this suit.
Some people may think you look a bit dangerous, but that’s just the way it is.
Somewhere south of Tijuana.
Humphrey Bogart wakes up in a hotel room with a splitting headache and a score to settle, reaches for this jacket hanging on the bedpost…
Pigment-Dyed Jacket (No. 5704). Has an aged, weathered look, with interesting faded seams and other nuances of color. Pure cotton, lined in satin. Two contrast brown corozo buttons. Soft shoulder pads. Three outer pockets, two inner pockets. Imported.
Pairs well with The Pigment-Dyed Pants (No. 5705).