White is Right



I read something quite strange today. The white T shirt, once worn exclusively by construction workers with sweaty armpits and cascading chest hair, who reeked of Guinness and hand rolled cigarettes, is making a comeback as this year's go-to for fashionistas. 

Everybody gotta have one.

I never really went from, so I suppose the cost of best quality Sea Island cotton will send prices through the roof.  It's really a thought-free process. White is right under almost all circumstances. Not altogether a good plan to cook in one, especially if expensive, fat droplets splatter - there's an interesting piece of physics here - and splatter stains, along with turmeric and spaghetti sauce tend to rather spoil the look. 

The ultra-discreet Italian clothing brand Loro Piana, which caters for the most uber of the uber-rich and is a favourite of (surprise)Vladimir Putin sells a perfect white cotton jersey. Would I pay 900 euros for a T-shirt? Er, no. It's interesting, however, once one begins to look carefully at cut, demographic targeting and price, how much sweat is expended getting you to part with hard earned cash.I also read that if one goes for long staple Pima cotton from a good mid-price supplier, it's not easy to tell if it cost 20 or 50 euros. Good to know. The one in the picture sells for 18 euros so buy three and discard at summer's end. Or use them to clean the car.

Better get one size up though since stomach stretchers are remarkably unattractive and give one the slightly androgynous feeling of being pregnant. I imagine. And no Lycra. Please.


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