It’s a moment as iconic as the Freemans and the Thorpes… Damien Oliver, careening down the straight, winning his second Melbourne Cup and saluting to the heavens just a week after his brother’s tragic death. The jockey has worn the true marks of a man: courage under fire, persistence under duress, and triumph against overwhelming odds. Really, the kind of marks every man should wear. READ MORE ON DAMIEN >>
(Just remember to ditch the top hat.)1. Like always, start with the fit
Proper fit means no puffy pirate sleeves, no hem catching underneath your brogues and no oversized sacks masquerading as suits. Your first stop? A slim-fit shirt.
It’s simple: a great tie, a pocket square, a gingham shirt or just a punchy watch. Formula One driver Jenson Button has the idea: finishing his look with a crisp navy tie. That’s more than enough. On that note…
Avoid “theme” outfits. Take Damien’s Rule—no shiny shirts—as if it were gospel. If your tie is the same hue as your shirt, think harder. And for God’s sake, no white ties on black shirts—don’t reduce yourself to an ornament. Remember gents: style can be understated.
“ The rose is a folding system I learnt from Alexander S. Kabbaz, the maker of Gordon Gecko’s shirts in Wall Street, but you really need to see this one to do it well. ”4. Avoid the two touches of death
Pencil-thin skinny ties. Horrible sunglasses. They’re so bad we dedicated a whole damned number to ’em. Commit either sin, and you’ll only be a notch above the drunk under-agers. And they have ignorance as an excuse.
Sometimes, you can get it all right: you arrive polished and handsome as hell. But don’t be the schmuck that blows it. Really, don’t be either of these guys.
The Guy: Thinks throwing on some wrap-around shades, untucking his shirt, ditching his jacket, and undoing a top button will make him a social and sexual juggernaut.
Why he’s lame: Grown men realise that fun and revelry come in shades more discreet than Sloppy Larrikin. Keep dignified, get merry.
The Guy: The other end of the spectrum. The kind of man who suits up immaculately, then proceeds to carry an apathetic, vapid stare for the rest of the day. Because, y’know, he’s a cool guy.
Why he’s lame: Twinkle-toeing around the races, slinking around the corners and communicating exclusively through a rugged squint won’t make you James Dean. We promise. Socialise. Share memories. Hell—make memories. Don’t let the clothes wear you.