You know that thing on social media – “How It Started v How It’s Going” – where you contrast the way a story began with how it turned out? Sometimes it’s cute, like a screengrab of a new love interest sliding into your DMs next to your engagement photo. Or it could be a portrait of you and the fiance with a new puppy, then a shot of you, diamond-less, with fully grown dog.
That right there is the issue with linen. How it started: leaving home looking crisp, cool and timelessly elegant. How it’s going: arriving at work looking like you slept in your clothes. One minute you’re Jay Gatsby, sipping a gin rickey on the veranda in a pink linen suit; one train ride later you are Atticus Finch, frowsty and crumpled in an Alabama courtroom where the fan has bust.
