If I could live in linen my whole life I would happily do so. It’s not just the comfort and softness, it’s also the obvious message that you are sending when you wear linen. Let’s do a quick run through of the two guys I love who wear linen constantly that we can maybe all picture in our heads.
Silvio Berlusconi, besides his really well tailored Italian suits, endless are the photos of him lounging / cavorting on the beaches of the Mediterranean, are those actually photos of him, or are we just thinking of him? Linen is that Italian guy who’s lived a couple extra years and has definitely had more fun than you, but he doesn’t flaunt it.
Second guy, Albert Finney, yes the English actor. Two rolls in particular, as Uncle Henry Skinner in A Good Year with, uh that other famous actor. Roll two, in Oceans Twelve as Gaspar LeMarque, where he shows up on a yacht and then at the end of the film, squirreled away somewhere in what we can assume is the South of France.
Yes, that’s what linen means to me, being some sort of distinguished old codger enjoying a life well lived.
Finding good linen is tough, it either needs to be meticulously taken care of, ie. dry cleaned, or it’s kind of awful quality. As for linen shirts and pants, The Island Company is surprisingly good. Good quality, rough and tumble, not too tailored, and while it’s best when it’s been cold washed and hung dried, you can machine wash it… although and here’s the big caveat, it does shrink. In the store a medium fits me perfectly, a little loose but looking good. Thrown in the laundry, shrank a bit, so I had to run up to a large next time around.