Sunday Best

I have a difficult relationship with the shirt and tie.  My school uniform involved shirt, tie, itchy wool trousers, one of those grim school-grey jumpers where you can stretch the fabric into thumb-holes if you try hard enough, and a blazer that smelt like old dog when it rained.  Too hot around the neck when you're trying to focus in class.  I tend to associate wearing a tie with similar sensations.  It doesn't help that at Oxford you're forced into suit and bow-tie for examinations, and often for your evening meal.  Once I was so hot in my subfusc running late for a Prelims exam that I had the most horrific nosebleed and burst into the examination 15 minutes late clutching a bloody mass of toilet paper.  Still, I kept my bow-tie on and my collar done up.  Somehow, however, I'm feeling the return of the shirt and tie in my life.  Maybe I'm just a masochist? Or maybe I spent too much of the weekend looking for a new dinner suit to wear to my upcoming gaudy.  

Wearing coat by Neil Barrett, sweatshirt by Raf Simons, shirt by Raf by Raf Simons, tie by Jil Sander, trousers by Topman.  

Duck

P.S. My beard is getting more ginger by the day!  It must be all this Scottish air.