a careful perfection

Everything is so carefully chosen & worn; and yet it requires a certain nonchalance. The clothing implies an attitude; it would look strange if worn in too formal and stiff a manner. The tie and waistcoat and jacket already look quite inflexible, and so the achievement is to wear such a careful assemblage without undue fuss, to lean against railings, to have a hand in one pocket; to look quite flexible & at ease, or as in this case to be contemplating some distant prospect, no doubt the chap above is thinking about Wittgenstein’s later philosophy and so appears quite removed from the carapace of his clothing.

The clothing also invites the prospect of fluidity; I immediately wonder, What would it look like when he moves? Would it tug at the midriff? If he reached into a pocket for his pipe and lighter, would it look suave or awkward? Would he be able to deal out justice to a pack of wandering migrants or chavs?

wools

Roger Scruton somewhere listed clothing as one of the essential characteristics of a nation (along, I think, with food and weather). As we’ve had a fairly Novembral May here in Europe I’ve had ample cause to break out cardigans and tank tops and tweed. I rejoice at pictures such as the above. There is the aesthetic sensibility of colour and fabrics, here a rather bold but pleasing assemblage of matter; there are the wooden buttons when plastic would be so much easier to manufacture & replace; and the almost tangible warmth of the texture and striation. It is a wholly human creation.