WSJ: Deconstructing the Tuxedo — Some people can’t leave well enough alone:
A detour at the tuxedo junction can mean wearing a velvet smoking jacket with jeans or even tuxedo pants with high-tops and a puffer jacket.
I wouldn’t call that a “detour.” I’d call it “driving into the concrete median.”
And I about lost it at this sentence:
Mr. Lobban suggested wearing the cummerbund with the crew-neck tee as a contemporary evening look. “You’re in a T-shirt, so it has a more relaxed glamour,” he said.
Horror. Absolute, terrifying, tasteless horror. Has the whole world gone crazy? Am I the only one around here who gives a shit about the rules?