Jeeves & Wooster on Trousers

Wooster: There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, ‘Do trousers matter?’
Jeeves: The mood will pass, sir.

I saw this on Put This On two years ago. It continues to be one of the funniest clips I’ve ever seen, so I figured it was time to dig it up again.

I’m embarrassed to admit that I own a motif tie - it’s navy and has pheasants on it. I wore it once with a brown tweed jacket, and then later realized I looked ridiculous, so I’ve never picked it up again. I’m sure it works for some men, but definitely not on an emaciated Asian like me.

Q and Answer: What Rules Do You Break?
Kevin writes: I enjoy your posts on PTO, especially those that have to do with the  rules and conventions of style, many of which I wasn’t aware or just  hadn’t considered.  I’d be curious to see a post at some point regarding  those conventions with which you don’t necessarily agree (or just don’t  care to follow).
Great question, Kevin!
I get the feeling from emails to PTO that some of our readers presume that the rules and conventions of men’s style are abitrary. They rarely are. Typically, they’re grounded in practical considerations, and serve as a shorthand for a complex web of reasoning.
There was a time when these rules were generally known, at least among the affluent (those with more than one or two sets of clothes). At the time, breaking those rules was a genuine act of rebellion. (Or a genuine act of ignorance.)
These days, few know the rules. Alec Baldwin plays a business executive obsessed with status on 30 Rock, but buttons the bottom button of his coat. Men wear flip-flops in nice restaurants. Steve Harvey exists.
For that reason, I think there is much more currency in knowing and following the rules than there is in breaking them. If I see a man walking down the street wearing loafers with his suit, I don’t assume he’s a rebel. I assume he’s a doofus.
If appearing to be a rebel is your goal, your mastery of the rules must be complete and consistent. In order for the point of difference to resonate, you must establish a perfect baseline of skill. It’s a bit like sprezzatura - if you’re Gianni Agnelli, and your watch is on your cuff, it’s sprezzatura. If you’re Jack Welch, you’re a slob or a weirdo. Few are the men I see who can break rules effectively, particularly in more formal dress.
That said, some rules are more relevant than others.
One rule that I break pretty regularly is the distinction between country and city clothing. This grew out of an aristocracy in England who kept country estates and city businesses - watch Jeeves & Wooster (set in the 30s) or the wonderful parlor drama Downton Abbey (set in the teens, and now airing in the US on PBS’ Masterpiece) for a glimpse of this. Country clothing was (at least outdoors) geared toward sport: tweeds, checks, twill trousers, brogues and boots. City clothing toward business: dark lounge suits or morning dress, black shoes.
I live in Los Angeles. Not only is it about as rural as a city can get - just the other day a giant coyote was doing stretches on my deck - it’s also a place where the distinction between country homes and city homes is pretty much irrelevant. I don’t even own one house, much less two. My career as a public radio and television host doesn’t require sober business dress. So: brown shoes and tweeds it is for me, at least in winter.
Also, I never wear pants after 2PM.

Q and Answer: What Rules Do You Break?

Kevin writes: I enjoy your posts on PTO, especially those that have to do with the rules and conventions of style, many of which I wasn’t aware or just hadn’t considered.  I’d be curious to see a post at some point regarding those conventions with which you don’t necessarily agree (or just don’t care to follow).

Great question, Kevin!

I get the feeling from emails to PTO that some of our readers presume that the rules and conventions of men’s style are abitrary. They rarely are. Typically, they’re grounded in practical considerations, and serve as a shorthand for a complex web of reasoning.

There was a time when these rules were generally known, at least among the affluent (those with more than one or two sets of clothes). At the time, breaking those rules was a genuine act of rebellion. (Or a genuine act of ignorance.)

These days, few know the rules. Alec Baldwin plays a business executive obsessed with status on 30 Rock, but buttons the bottom button of his coat. Men wear flip-flops in nice restaurants. Steve Harvey exists.

For that reason, I think there is much more currency in knowing and following the rules than there is in breaking them. If I see a man walking down the street wearing loafers with his suit, I don’t assume he’s a rebel. I assume he’s a doofus.

If appearing to be a rebel is your goal, your mastery of the rules must be complete and consistent. In order for the point of difference to resonate, you must establish a perfect baseline of skill. It’s a bit like sprezzatura - if you’re Gianni Agnelli, and your watch is on your cuff, it’s sprezzatura. If you’re Jack Welch, you’re a slob or a weirdo. Few are the men I see who can break rules effectively, particularly in more formal dress.

That said, some rules are more relevant than others.

One rule that I break pretty regularly is the distinction between country and city clothing. This grew out of an aristocracy in England who kept country estates and city businesses - watch Jeeves & Wooster (set in the 30s) or the wonderful parlor drama Downton Abbey (set in the teens, and now airing in the US on PBS’ Masterpiece) for a glimpse of this. Country clothing was (at least outdoors) geared toward sport: tweeds, checks, twill trousers, brogues and boots. City clothing toward business: dark lounge suits or morning dress, black shoes.

I live in Los Angeles. Not only is it about as rural as a city can get - just the other day a giant coyote was doing stretches on my deck - it’s also a place where the distinction between country homes and city homes is pretty much irrelevant. I don’t even own one house, much less two. My career as a public radio and television host doesn’t require sober business dress. So: brown shoes and tweeds it is for me, at least in winter.

Also, I never wear pants after 2PM.

"These are for repair, and these… for discarding."

"Wait a second… this white mess jacket is brand new!"

"I assumed it had got into your wardrobe by mistake, sir…  or else that it had been placed there by your enemies."

"I’ll have you know that I bought this jacket in Cannes."

"And wore it, sir?"

"Every night.  At the casino.  Beautiful women used to try and catch my eye."

"Presumably they thought you were a waiter, sir."