Still no electricity at Dapper Homestead, which led to the devil-may-care attitude necessary for white-on-white seersucker. It's wonderfully cool and breathable. I had it at JAB for a song.
And therein lies the cloud. Despite radical surgery by my tailor, the seat is just too low. The leg openings are just too big. No matter what I do, they fit like your grandfather's pants.
I think it may be time for a custom suit.