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The Cape in Autumn: sand dunes, oyster shacks, a cigar stroll amid the wildflowers. There is a very definite style to the architecture here, but even more so to the clothing. Whether you’re checking out the cranberry festival or relaxing on the ferry back from Provincetown, you’ll notice that the natives have an effortless style that seems perfectly appropriate for clambakes and concerts alike. Sure, the pant legs might be rolled up for a sunset walk on the beach, or clipped to keep your bike chain from catching, but the polos, long-sleeved cotton shirts and the sockless loafers are smart,...
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Style doesn’t have to take a vacation just because it’s summer. June, July and August are three months in which men generally swap fashion for comfort. The cargo shorts, the jerky t-shirts, the “mandals” all have their place, but that place is in your driveway, washing your ride, not squiring your girlfriend around downtown, or dining al fresco with friends. Ditto your younger cousin’s graduation, your sister’s outdoor wedding, or when the boss springs for club seats at the ballpark and there are waiters, not vendors involved. So what’s a guy to do? You can’t walk around in a seersucker...
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If the place you work is populated with enough characters, you may notice that there are certain roles that people play. Maybe there’s The Crossword Puzzle Guy. Or The Gossip. The Crisis Magnet. The Oversharer. The Lady with Three Cats, All of Whom Have the First Name of Mister. I’m the Style Guy where I work. People stop by, if not daily, then at least thrice weekly to see what I’m up to clothing-wise. They’ve seen polka-dot socks, Ivy-league inspired sport coats, and a bangin’ pair of suede oxfords that cost more than my first car (my ’73 Impala was...