“It’s a pretty strait-laced office, and I quickly retreated from that position,” said Mr. Gross, who is in his ninth decade. Last year, though, looking at office workers of both sexes disporting themselves seminaked on the streets of the city, he concluded it was time for shorts. “It seems so strange on an over-90-degree day to subject yourself to sartorial rigidity,” he said.

Strange to not look like a confused twelve year old chav with a posh affectation?

There’s eschewing sartorial rigidity, and then there’s this. And this? This is eschewing sanity.

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