Locked myself out of the house.
Hence, the odd expression as I waited for my wife to come home and let me in. (Yes, the garage door was locked. Yes, we have a Star Trek poster in our garage. What?)
Looking at this picture, I wish I’d gone up a size for the Club Monaco jacket. It doesn’t fit too tightly, but I would’ve liked more room to layer underneath, and slightly more length.
The trousers are courtesy of J. Lawrence Khaki’s of Carmel. From their house label, the construction and details are superb—at least comparable to the Howard Yount and Epaulet trousers I’ve handled (some would say the Khaki’s are superior).
The fabric is a sturdy British dress twill in a rich golden khaki (as you’d expect, iPhone photography doesn’t do it justice). I’m wearing their classic fit, which is a bit fuller than current #menswear tastes, but I rather like it—it accommodates my larger thighs and, erm, derriere, without bagginess or the dreaded “diaper butt.” You can see it runs a bit long here, but I haven’t put these through the wash yet — I figure they’ll shrink down to the right inseam length after this week’s load of laundry.