Chris Black – friend of the brand, writer, and co-host of the How Long Gone podcast – pledges his allegiance to that evergreen staple of men's wardrobes everywhere: the polo shirt.
The polo shirt has been a staple in my wardrobe since I was a child. I have distinct memories of my accountant Dad wearing a polo shirt tucked into his Levi's with a pair of chocolate brown leather wallabees on his feet. This is a man who is profoundly unconcerned with clothing or really even his appearance. It worked, but it was by total accident.
The polo shirt occupies that tricky white space between a t-shirt and an oxford, unfussy, but ever so slightly more formal, even if the collar is a bit rumpled. Of course, the fit is crucial. It should be slim but not fitted, long enough to tuck in, but not so long that it becomes a tunic. I have worn a polo with shorts and sneakers, vintage jeans and loafers, even a summer suit. It is the most versatile shirt in my closet.
The polo has a history that actually dates back to 1926. As well as being in possession of a formidable backhand slice, iconic tennis player René Lacoste also had an eye for fashion and designed his own short-sleeved shirt made from lightweight, flexible, breathable cotton known as jersey petit piqué. The first polo was designed with a flat ribbed collar, a three-button placket, and Monsieur Lacoste even had the forethought to make the back longer than the front, to stop the shirt from coming untucked.