“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible." T.E. Lawrence; Seven Pillars of Wisdom
So, I find myself in receipt of a kind invitation to a wedding in Italy. The dress is Italian Riviera Chic. What is Italian Riviera Chic? I'm guessing it's not the Englishman's GoTo wedding default of morning coat. I googled 'Italian Riviera Chic,' and can tell you for free I won't be appearing dressed like these lady boys who don't stand close enough to their razors in the morning.
A good starting point will be the regimental tie, (bound to bump into someone), but from there it's all a bit vague. Brown brogues or black? Now there's a question for the man of the moment. I suspect the scene by the shore of Lake Como will be one festooned with linen suits. I have a linen jacket but its rather too worn and world weary to be seen in public. More Denholm Elliot sitting crumpled at the end of a hot and humid bar in Havana than Clooney in Como. But, to be chic it's always best not to follow the crowd and in the game of wardrobe Top Trumps, I hold the hands down winning card. It's time to bring on the All-Season-Wear-Anytime-Anywhere men's get out clause - the kilt. What is there not to love? Linen suit brigade 0 - Crumble 10. Now that we've successfully boxed that off it's over to the girls who lets face it, have a much bigger mountain to climb. The bar after all, is set pretty high,