im电竞官网-Let's be real here: If your old man is anything like mine, he likely has no idea what in the hell you do all day. Enter the chore coat, that wardrobe essential from what dear old Dad would consider the halcyon days, when men worked with their hands outside instead of tapping away at a computer with a picture of a mountain as the desktop background. The classic version—the one that first cropped up on workers in 19th-century France and not long after in the States—is made from heavy cotton for durability, with three or four pockets at the front to hold tools and parts. You know, for all those chores.
im电竞官网-Newer versions, more suited to meme making than manual labor, keep the pocket layout and come in everything from seersucker to wool. The trick to wearing them? Don’t overthink it. Just treat the chore coat as a casual cousin to your unstructured tailoring and throw one on when a blazer would be a little too much. You want to look pulled-together but also like you’ve got a couple calluses on your hands (even if they were earned by shitposting on Twitter all day).
im电竞官网-Sure, the physical exertion you encountered on a typical workday before quarantine might have been limited to throwing elbows at your local chopped-salad spot, but rest assured that if you were suddenly called upon to reshingle a roof—hey, it could happen—you’d at least look like you might know what you’re doing. Rock a chore coat and gradually earn your father’s respect. You could’ve been a carpenter! The least you can do for your long-suffering dad is dress like one, look him directly in the eye, and then lie about what you do for a living.
A version of this story appears in the March/April issue of Esquire magazine.