A man who needs no introduction. It’s geekbonchic, whose sardonic and on-point posts and comments have garnered him a sizeable group of admirers and haters. But haters gon hate, and ballers gon ball, and Marcus my doppelganger will continue to be mean and to be right as long as I keep taking his photo. Sigh.
Or, at least, don’t feel compelled to look like any old stiff in a grey flannel number. Despite the criticism pointed at how conservatively many designers have played it, the Milan menswear shows have signaled a dramatic if understated shift in how guys should think about suits.
From the slightly dropped crotch tapered trousers paired with slouchy (but not sloppy) sweaters at Burberry Prorsum to the futuristic fabrics that Gareth Pugh utilized for his suiting to the daring angles that Bruno Pieters dreamt up for the inaugural collection from Hugo by Hugo Boss, the suit of today is almost unrecognizeable from the three-button two-piece Daddy standard. This is definitely fashion with a capital “F”; not for the faint of heart.
So how is an average dude supposed to hold down any serious fashion cred when he doesn’t even know how to wear a suit without looking like a his clothes have shrunk or stretched out a few sizes? By no means am I big on suits, but I just had to try it out for myself. And after a few failed attempted, I stumbled onto what works for me: to alter one thing about each piece makes it feel delightfully modern and unexpected (the jacket, the shirt, and the pants).
I opted for full, tapered trousers with a cropped cuff, made even more billowy by my Ann Demeuelemeester shirt (Yes, it is a ladies’ shirt; no, I don’t care). I wasn’t trying to go for any sort of “anti-suit” look, so I topped it off with a more fitted blazer that’s cut a bit leaner than a standard suit jacket. A loose, long scarf replaced the usual tie and after throwing on my ubiquitous pieces of jewelry, I was ready to face the world, a new man in a new suit.