Fits of 2026
Every Fit of the Week of the year
Recently I began writing up a Fit of the Week in the digests I send out each weekend. While that section will continue to be published, I also wanted to collect every fit I’ve written about on one easy-to-read page. So here it is: every Fit of the Week of 2026.
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August 2nd
I wore this on Tuesday, July 29th to walk my dog with my wife.
It was a sunny day in San Francisco, so I was able to get away with just the beater on top. Typically I’m contending with a heavy stratus rolling in off the Pacific, so it’s always a treat when I get to go out of doors in an undershirt.
Down below I’m sporting the Big Up Pants from gnuhr, one of my favorite discoveries of recent years. Founded by Nur Abbas, a former Yeezy designer, gnuhr (the “g” is silent) specializes in lightweight technical gear with a decidedly futuristic bent that occasionally veers on Cronenbergian—peep the Warp Shorts and their perforated, slightly-disturbing elasto-organic waistband.
The Big Up Pants are made in the USA from 100% Ventile, an old-school technical fabric originally designed for British pilots in the Second World War. Light as a feather but fully waterproof (or at least close enough), it’s the perfect fabric for breezy Bay Area afternoons and evenings. Dig the drawstring cuffs, which can be cinched tight for a cropped fit (as they are here) or left undone for full flow. I can’t wait to put some miles on these suckers.
July 25th
I wore this on Saturday, July 18th for my best friend Ori’s wedding.
I’ve always wanted to give the full tuxedo a go, so when the dress code here came through as black tie-optional, I made up my mind to make it happen. After several months of trawling eBay, I came across the perfect listing: Hickey Freeman for Bergdorf Goodman’s, 100% Loro Piana wool, size 42R. A new tux of this caliber would easily run four figures, but deals abound second-hand. Suits are so little in demand these days that they’re often priced to move. In this case, I made a $210 offer on a $250 listing, and a week later I had my rig.
I’m pleased with the way the jacket fits. The shoulders are broad and padded, but the collar hugs my neck nice and tight—no collar gap here, folks. I had my tailor nip it in a bit at the waist to emphasize that classic V-shape silhouette, which the peak lapels also help accentuate. Besides that and a minor adjustment to the sleeve length, I didn’t touch a thing. A good tailor is important, but knowing your measurements is even more important.
The trousers are a bit on the short side. Were I purchasing a made-to-measure tux, I’d go for another 2”-3” on the inseam so that they break on top of my shoes. As it is, they terminate right around my ankle—not a problem, necessarily, though I certainly want them any shorter. Still, they’re nice and wide, and the single pleat is sharp as a knife.
Buying the suit itself was just the start, as I soon discovered. The properly-executed tuxedo also requires a whole host of accessories: a tuxedo shirt; matching tuxedo studs and cuff links; a silk bow tie; a silk cummerbund; proper black tie shoes; braces; and a pocket square. I pieced the following together over the course of a few months:
a made-to-measure tuxedo shirt from Proper Cloth. I decided against the wingtip collar (too precious), but I went with the pleated bib for a certain Seventies indulgence.
vintage Swank studs and links from eBay. Nothing special here—black face, gold-colored (but not gold) detailing. Most vintage stud/link sets only come with three studs, with the expectation that the wearer covers an additional shirt button with a vest. My tux was only a two piece, so I needed a fourth stud, which severely limited my options.
matching silk bow tie and cummerbund from Shibumi Firenze. My go-to destination for neckwear—half the price of Drake’s, twice the variety. I opted for their largest bow-tie size (8.5 CM) to match the drama of the pleated bib on the shirt.
black patent oxfords from Meermin. Part of me wanted to go all-in with a pair of opera pumps (the most proper tuxedo footwear choice), but I figured I was ~doing enough~ with the tux itself. Patent oxfords are a less conspicuous choice, and they stand up to stairwells and BART stations a bit better. And you gotta dig that shine.
a silk pocket square, also from Shibumi Firenze. Despite the fact that the wedding was black tie-optional, loud colors were also encouraged. My wife Grace wore a beautiful green dress, so I tacked on a little green myself to match her and satisfy the wishes of the two grooms.
As for the braces, I cheated a bit and used a maroon set I’ve had hanging in the back of my closet for years. Proper black tie calls for white braces, but I figured I could keep my jacket on most of the night and no one would be any the wiser.
And y’know what? They weren’t.
July 18th
I wore this on Friday, July 10th to see my pal James Austin Johnson at Cobb’s in North Beach.
I spent most of last week hanging in basics, so I was looking forward to a chance to put on some damn clothes. Up top, I’m wearing a white OCBD beneath a James Coward Site Jacket in black gabardine. A favorite recent cop, the jacket has quickly become an integral component of my daily routine. It’s cut exactly the way a jacket should be: cropped body, drop shoulders, nice wide collar. Drapes beautifully thanks to the wool, which is just right for breezy San Francisco evenings. Works in just about any context too, whether I’m out running errands in jeans and a t-shirt or I’m getting done up to paint the town.
Here, I paired it with a pair of charcoal trousers (vintage Ralph from eBay, natch) inspired by a recent viewing of Single White Female, which features an absolutely delicious array of garments, including voluminous double-pleats like these. The key is the fabric—in this case, more wool. I already had a pair of Andrew chinos in the back of my armoire, but the thick cotton tends to be stiff, and it crease up throughout the day. No such issues with wool, which swishes with my gait in a clean, dramatic fashion.
Frankly, they could still be larger—both longer and wider in the leg. If there’s such as pants that are too large, I still haven’t found them. Still, they get the job done.
July 11th
I wore this on Tuesday, July 7th, when I walked up to my local horologist for a couple new watch batteries.
It’s been a little strange watching the rest of the country melt beneath raging heat domes while I dig into the fall/winter section of my closet. That, however, is summer in San Francisco—the coldest winter you may ever see. It’s been hovering right around 60° all week, with the breeze up and rushing in off the Pacific, so I’ve had to adjust accordingly. Not that I’m complaining. For me, dressing well means dressing in layers, so a cool grey summer is a sartorial blessing.
I’ve got a lot on my plate the next couple weeks (travel, wedding, festival, etc), so I’ve been taking it easy the last few days. Consequently, I’ve been dressing easy. This is about as put-together as I’ve been all week: wool sweater over a tee, a nice full trouser, and chunky trainers. Certainly not the most interesting thing I’ve ever worn, but how interesting do you really need to be sitting at the computer? Comfort can occasionally take precedence.
The pants are my favorite thing here—heavyweight canvas with an elastic waistband courtesy of Los Angeles Apparel. They’re a perfect in-between option: a little more put-together than sweats, a little more comfortable than denim or chinos. I tend to opt for pants like this when I’m kicking around home during the day, then switch to something with a fixed-width waist when I’m going out.
It’s a simple little thought technology I’ve devised for myself. As soon as I put on a belt, I know I’m ~dressing up~. Until then, anything goes.
July 4th
I wore this on Thursday July 2nd for our trip up to Sonoma for the holiday weekend.
It’s perfect summer weather in the Bay right now—low 80s, dry, occasionally breezy—so I took the opportunity to wear a new shirt from Portuguese Flannel. I’m typically skeptical of short-sleeve button ups, many of which strike me as juvenile, precious, and/or ~basic~. When I spotted this shirt at the great No Man Walks Alone, however, something about it caught my eye. They were sold out in my size, but I managed to snag one direct from the brand.
I’m glad I did. The heavyweight cotton allows the shirt to maintain its wide, boxy shape, which eliminates the slim-fit/Obama-era/Joseph Gordon Levitt vibes I’m often concerned about with short sleeves. At the same time, the open weave keeps everything light and breathable. Walking around in it, you feel constantly ventilated, as if planted directly in front of a perfectly-tuned air conditioner. The custard & cranberry color combination is nice, too.
I paired the shirt with some of my favorite pants, Casatlantic’s Tanger cut in a rich navy herringbone linen. I thought about going all-in on the mid-century leisure look with loafers, but I ended up going for something more functional and less referential with Bedrock Mountain Clogs. Shoes are always a great chance to do something dumb. Have fun with it.
June 27th
I wore this last Sunday to go to the mall with my wife and my dog. I love to go to the mall with my wife and my dog.
I don’t typically look to celebs for ~style inspo~ (most celebs dress poorly), but something about this photo of Josh O’Connor on the Disclosure Day press tour tweaked me. It’s a simple formula, well-suited for early summer heat: graphic tee + voluminous trousers.
I don’t tend to wear graphic tees these days—a man typically has no business wearing a graphic tee—but I make an exception for band shirts like this one: the official “Long Hot Summer” tour tee, copped at Bob’s Greek Theatre gigs last week. I’m absolutely in love with the back of the shirt, which proudly trumpets BOB DYLAN, then in teeny-text just below: “ᴘʟᴜs ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛs.”
I paired the tee with a new pair of Casatlantic linen trousers just back from the tailor, plus a pair of Tevas I’ve had in rotation for nearly a decade. Note the socks with the sandals, which fucks up the rhythm of the look and lends the ensemble a pleasant sense of wabi-sabi.
I could’ve easily gone dogs-out, too; a man’s feet are nothing to be ashamed of, at least as long as they’re well-maintained. Maybe next time.
June 20th
I wore this last Sunday, on my second night at the Greek Theatre.
On night one, I wore a fine new linen suit—Bob always looks his best for us, so I wanted to look my best for him. On night two, I was dealing with a few additional complications: colder weather, a longer walk, and concrete risers. These circumstances called for something a bit hardier, so I paired this beautiful vintage bootleg Bob tee (shoutout to Evan for the wonderful birthday gift) with a well-loved pair of Carhartt double-knees, always a good option for an outdoor rock show.
For shoes, I went with Oboz Firebrand IIs. Good support, comfy for long distances uphill, and they always look a little goofy, which I appreciate. Up top, I threw on my Henry’s Swoop Jacket, another sturdy piece that operates in the natural color palette—brown, black, white—of the rest of the look. Still, I wanted a bit of color to make everything pop, and I needed an extra layer anyways, so I added a vintage Five Brothers flannel between the jacket and the tee. It’s a small shirt that I can have a hard time wearing on its own (sleeves too short), but as a contrasting middle layer, it works perfectly.