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Discussion in 'Andy's Fashion Forum' started by Oldsarge, Apr 29, 2019.
For those not fluent in medieval English:
Summer has arrived,
Loudly sing, Cuckoo!
Wow! Those are wide lapels on the jacket in the second picture. Hopefully they are not making a comeback.
Love the suit in the top pic, you can feel its wonderful summer, slubby, wrinkly lightness and drape.
In summer, (or anytime really, but especially summer), I always tend to miss how the man on the street is dressed as I am busy looking at how the ladies look.......
In the absence of such distractions, I like both the suits pictured.
The Wicker Man used Sumer is a icumen in as part of the soundtrack (the end of the movie specifically)
A more melodic version from youtube: "Summer is coming in, merry sing cuckoo. Seeds are growing, wheat is blowing, the wood is springing up anew. The bullock is starting the buck is farting (yup!) Merry sing cuckoo. Cuckoo, cuckoo, you sing well, cuckoo, now you will never stop."
I feel compelled to post Ezra Pound's parody:
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
That's the February version.
What's with the unbuttoned top vest button and the - apparently - missing collar stays? Is that a thing now... the deliberate sloppy look...?
What'll the next thing be... only wearing one shoe?
BTW, tell the weather here that it's supposed to be summer... we had sleet today...
Wide lapels have been a thing for a while now. It's one of the hallmarks of Neopolitan tailoring.
Or A.Y.Campbells tongue in cheek plumbing version:
Plumber is icumen in;
Bludie big tu-du.
Bloweth lampe, and showeth dampe,
And dripth the wud thru.
Bludie hel, boo-hoo!
Thawth drain, and runneth bath;
Saw swath, and scruth scru;
Bull-kuk squirteth, leakë spurteth;
Wurry springeth up anew,
Tom Pugh, Tom Pugh, well plumbës thu, Tom Pugh;
Better job I naver nu.
Therefore will I cease boo-hoo,
Worrie not, but cry pooh-pooh,
Murie sing pooh-pooh, pooh-pooh,