It is, to my mind, only a slight exaggeration to say that the best thing about the onset of cool weather is that it lets us wear flannel once again. My favorite suits are of the stuff. It is soft and warm-wearing, because its nap traps pockets of air against the skin.
The classic flannel is the gray chalk stripe like the one on the man in the Esquire illustration. The weave gives it a somewhat casual air, making it not quite formal enough for serious business. And that is of course also a good thing, for few men should look serious every day.
Two lengths of flannel sit on the ledge behind my desk, waiting to be turned into wearable art. One is the years in the making Eden in Paris from the London Lounge Cloth Club, a subtle blue and white check on gray in a 15/450 gram ounce weight. The other is a lovely 13 ounce/400 gram glen check, also in gray. Each will become a single breasted, to be worn with a white cashmere waistcoat.
I do love flannel.