Now, there are those who believe, today, that a waistcoat is nothing more than a mere bagatelle in the arsenal of a gentleman’s wardrobe. A thing to be trotted out with morning dress for weddings, with tails to achieve appropriate white-tie-ness, and even, should one be of a foppish disposition, with a dinner jacket. Of course, should one ride to hounds, one may also sport a natty windowpane check with the hunting pink.
But if this is your narrow definition of a waistcoat’s virtues, then I hesitate to mention it, but you are a Philistine. A Visigoth. A mere dabbler in the higher realms of sartorial elegance. Continue reading