Flannel in the Park

Yesterday, spring finally came to Manhattan in earnest and my wife surprised me with a picnic in Central Park. We had blueberry soda, foie gras, proscuitto sandwhiches, and Yan Yans. Miraculously, my new flannel trousers from Ambrosi survived unsullied. Staining them on their first wear would have been heartbreaking.

I didn’t bother with a shirt or jacket and just threw on an old college sweatshirt. The pants fit fantastically. After some arguing with Salvatore, I convinced him to increase the length a couple of centimeters. Over the years, I’ve decided I like at least a hint of break. Anyway, a touch of slouchiness is called for when it comes to flannel–which, I think, was successfully achieved.

Tailored clothing needn’t be relegated to dressing up (and dressing up shouldn’t be confused for dressing well). Light grey flannels are an excellent example. Their neutral color and and dynamic texture mean they complement nearly anything, whether an earthy tweed jacket or a brightly-hued polo shirt. Best of all, cut well, they are as comfortable as pajamas. If you want to dress them down decidedly, you can easily pair them with a ribbon or surcingle belt and canvas tennis shoes.

Order a couple pairs from a decent trousermaker. I promise they’ll make you think twince before reaching for your jeans.