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On rare occasion, when I'm not deleting spam, "private videos" and entreaties to promote pricey trainers (Mode Parade is not that kind of "fashion blog"), I unearth the odd kind word and genuine gem in the column's e-mail. This comes from a first time caller and long time reader (hopefully?), who has already developed a notable camaraderie with the rest of the online menswear fellowship through Boxing The Compass, a witty and comprehensive take on the vicissitudes and vices of dressing well
This is his unedited e-mail sent in response to my most recent ensemble post. If you are sensitive to the amorous adventures of real life Uncle Oswalds, please avert your eyes:
Sir,
My comment is a bit too long for the comment section of your post, and perhaps unsuitable. Here it is:
My great-uncle ALWAYS wore a boutonnière. He visited us at our place on Cape Cod for a month every summer to sail, golf, etc. One time he appeared home in the same handsome clothing from the evening before... I was having breakfast(!). The flower was gone from his seersucker lapel, and I asked about it. He told me that "a man should never wilt before his flower does", meaning that one should stay out until the boutonniere wilts.
Grandmother was in the dining room as well (great-uncle Maxwell was her brother). I asked Uncle Max (in his seventies at the time) if he had thrown away his wilted flower, and he said to a nine-year-old me: "I left it on her pillow."
Grandmother spun around, inadvertently sloshing the coffee from her cup "MAX!!"
I think I was in college when I first emulated the flower/pillow gesture, and ONLY then did I realize what Uncle Max had meant. Brilliant old fellow!
I love your blog.
-Yankee Whisky Papa
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