It’s long been said that Yankee frugality dictates that men hang on to their clothes, repair them as necessary, and pass them on to their progeny.
Somehow I got hold of one when the owner wasn’t looking. It bears witness to the values of Ivy style: quality, smartness, practicality, longevity, thrift, stability. Custom made in the ‘40s by Langrock, then New Haven’s finest Ivy haberdasher (though more closely associated with Princeton, Langrock was originally founded in New Haven), the jacket’s superbly tailored tweed is hardy enough to deflect cannonballs.
Chamois suede piping, a rustic nod to military dress, adorns the collar, pockets and sleeve cuffs. The effect is striking yet within bounds. Frayed buttonholes, suede edges and linings have all been carefully resewn, patched up and replaced. Decades later the jacket’s original owner passed it on to his son, as evidenced by both men’s names on separate cloth labels.
Outmoded? On the contrary: still in the race. Patched up? Better to say well cared for. Hand-me-down? Yes, but in the best sense: bequeathed in love and inherited in gratitude. Most recently, by me. — MARC CHEVALIER