Feast your eyes upon the leather-wrapped buttons. This shot isn't so much about color, my relentless focus, as it is about texture. Country wear really has the better of city suiting in this regard.
These buttons are aspirational even though they are more casual. They say: I want to own a country home in Northumberland (Virginia, if necessary) and smoke a pipe and have one of those globe-tables where the globe opens up to reveal a bunch of scotch bottles. I want to have enough money that I don't have to put on a worsted suit to convince other people to pay me for my services. I want a hunting dog with a Kevlar vest for when we go after boar.
Clothing and class: a pairing we imported from England, democratized, then reinstated to suit our own society.