Double “O” Style for Fall


Words by: Duncan Quinn

As rosé season comes to a close in the south of France (and every where else) it’s time to ditch the cotton, the seersucker and those Nantucket reds.  And get yourself kitted out in some fine flannel, tweed or worsted wool.

Bond may have just completed his Skyfall operations.  But what would he wear for fall?



I’ve always been a fan of real Tweed.  From a fine mill on the borders of Scotland. Like the chaps in Hawick, Lovat. Named after the river traveled to market the hefty and hard-wearing weaves built to take on bramble bushes, torrential Scots rain, and the odd spillage of fine single malt.  Either that, or something from those most famed of mom ‘n pop weavers, Harris (out in the Scottish Outer Hebrides Islands).  Lets face it, the weather pretty much rains sideways for 350 days a year where this stuff comes from.  So they really know their onions when it comes to something to romp around in of a peaky day.  Get something in a simple one color green or navy.  Or opt for a Donegal Tweed.



Flannel is the gentleman’s choice for the winter season.  A fine wool finished with a soft brushing to make it soft and welcoming in a season of chills.  Easier on the eye than its cousin the worsted wool it comes in many grades but our preference is the stuff woven by the French Dormeuil family in Huddersfield, England.  Particularly their ICE grade combining the softness of cashmere, the spring of mohair, and the structure of worsted wool.  Opt for an ice grey or a bold navy chalkstripe and you’ll be looking Kingsman in the blink of an eye.


Worsted Wool

The workhorse of British city style for more than 100 years this is the go to cloth for anyone looking to look stylish…for the next 20 years.  Built to last in its 12oz incarnation it has been the choice of London City professionals since almost the dawn of time.  Opt for that classic midnight blue herringbone, or perhaps a slightly jauntier Prince of Wales plaid.  That would be Edward Prince of Wales.  Yes.  The one who ran off with the yank.


Words by Duncan Quinn