Not just for old men My father always had a half-dozen or so plain white pocket squares, which he would fold oh-so-carefully and insert into his suit pocket every Sunday. Back then they weren’t called “pocket squares,” he always just…
Not just for old men My father always had a half-dozen or so plain white pocket squares, which he would fold oh-so-carefully and insert into his suit pocket every Sunday. Back then they weren’t called “pocket squares,” he always just…