
This morning, after Daf Yomi, my friend turned to me and said: “Some week, huh?”
I said: “It seems that every week is some week.”
“Yeah.”
On that downer, let’s try and alter the mood with some photos and stories.
Robert J. Avrech: Emmy Award winning screenwriter. Movie fanatic. Helplessly and hopelessly in love with my wife since age nine.
This morning, after Daf Yomi, my friend turned to me and said: “Some week, huh?”
I said: “It seems that every week is some week.”
“Yeah.”
On that downer, let’s try and alter the mood with some photos and stories.
The Talmud (Shabbat 113a) tells us that Rabbi Yochanan called his clothing, “The things that honor me.”
Seraphic Secret believes that what we wear tells the world who we are and how we wish to be treated. If you dress like a slob and then get annoyed when people treat you like a slob, well, you only have yourself to blame. To ask people to see beyond clothing to the “real person” is a denial of reality. Clothing, male and female, is a great big sign, a cultural and frequently a religious signifier.
For everyday wear I favor L.L. Bean khakis, crisp button down cotton shirts, and slip-on loafers. It’s a classic Ivy League look that’s both comfortable and appropriate for shlepping around town.
To honor Shabbat, Jews are obligated (Shulchan Aruch, Orach Chaim 262:2-3) to wear their finest clothing. Thus, I wear a navy blue or charcoal gray suit, silk tie, pocket square, and a pink Brooks Brothers shirt.
Yup, pink for Shabbat.