For a strange period in the mid-Noughties, menswear was #menswear: a conservative, traditional panoply that leaned into a very Mad Men understanding of what ‘real’ men looked like. The classics were riding high, especially if it was at the Roger Stone end of dandy, and even more so if it was made on Savile Row. They littered Essex pubs, and WordPress blogs, and street corners during the now defunct London Collections: Men, a fashion week for guys that liked shoulder robing overcoats. And they also liked safari jackets. A lot, actually. Read more at Esquire.