I had been pondering what to pack for a visit to Paris next week, to be followed by the Pitti Uomo show in Florence and a few days in Tuscany. I have several days for tourism for a change and, secure in the knowledge that none of the photographers at Pitti will care about a man without the necessary bracelets and other accessories, have decided to pack what I think of as faux college professor clothes. Meaning everything but the pipe.
Now dressing like a professor may not seem like much of a change for many people but it is considerably different from my regular look. With the exception of one suit for Paris I will be in tweed jackets and flannel trousers for most of the trip. Perhaps even more radical, said tweed will be accompanied by rollneck sweaters and long sleeved polos instead of dress shirts and neckties (deep down I feel as though I must be letting down the side or something).
The word faux comes into play in this case because in my limited experience few real professors are wearing tweed jackets to traipse around the Musée du Louvre and the Duomo di Siena these days. Nonetheless, it has been years since I have done anything like this and it will be fun of a sort that only clothing obsessives may understand.
In the photo, a tweed jacket, flannel trousers and Edward Green walking shoes are worn with a cashmere rollneck from the ASW store.