PICTURE: #3 IN ELEVEN ACTS
SPECIAL GUEST INTERVIEW:
JOE McGLYNN TALKS ABOUT HIS 3rd OUTFIT
What items did you use to compose this particular outfit?
Late 1930s three-piece suit, grey herringbone with red flecks labeled Jacobs Oregon City; (jacket features notched lapel and belt back).
Red wool cap (contemporary),
Wool tweed tie
Burgundy cap-toe oxford by Salamander with continental heels.
How did you arrive at the decision to compose such an outfit?
I wanted to give an example of tweed/woven fabrics and to show the overall silhouette created from a fitted vest down to a long straight leg.
Did you compose this outfit spontaneously or was it planned ahead of time?
Planned- but I grabbed the flask of hooch as I left.
In a scale of 10, how pleased are you with this composition/outfit?
9 (I wish I had worn a shirt with more fitted sleeves).
What roles do color, the fit, and integrity of fabric play in this particular outfit?
I appreciate the overall shape, the fit, and shortness of the vest. How high up the trouser meets the vest is important to the look.
How soon would you repeat/wear this same outfit again?
The winter-weight suit is a perfect option for a cold, wet day. With its sturdy wool, I would wear the suit from fall to early spring. I’ve worn this to dance events for the look and baked in it.
There is perhaps a spiritual, emotional, intellectual or psychological aspect to what/how we dress. What is your personal experience in relation to this outfit?
This suit is rich in spirit and makes me feel that way. And speaking of spirit, I’m a bit thirsty…
POSTSCRIPT: Although a three piece suit, the jacket part of it hung on the balcony-like balustrade that let to the considerably raised building’s entrance, to the right of Joe. I’d initially photographed him from that right side, not quite satisfied, I went to the relatively steeped left side and saw him towering like this James Cagney sort of screen hero—flask in hand, was it Absinthe?—there and then, I realized that I have the exact enigmatic/dramatic composition that I’d sought, albeit without the jacket in the picture, although one somehow feels and senses its implied absence; hence a perfect blank for the use of one’s imagination! —iké udé