For those of you who persist in thinking that Polo Ralph Lauren's casual and business-casual looks are for dorks... you're right. You are officially given notice to cease wearing Polo-branded polo shirts and light summer sweaters. They are far too common to look anything but. I trust you follow my meaning.
That said, you can still find an awesome shirt or two at Polo. *Just not with a visible logo.*
How is this possible? The label's good points: well-constructed shirting. (I won't go into suits, or tuxes, which incidentally I'll be wearing this fall. In both categories, you can do far, far worse.)
Unfortunately, the rest of the label is outweighed in many cases by the bad points: too commonplace on the low end, and comically preppy.
If you're following the preppy look, realize that you can EASILY go overboard. Done wrong, you look like you got lost and wandered off the course somewhere after the 9th hole. In other words, you look like a golfing moron. Good for the links, not so good for everyday life. If you don't look like a golfing moron, you're likely to look like a caricature of Reginald Q. Haughtybottom, III, of the New Canaan Haughtybottoms. I'm from Connecticut, I know Reginald, and he's a buffoon.
And while I'm ranting, popping your collar hit its high-water mark ages ago. (Just like the Killers, incidentally.) Feel free to head-butt or pimp-slap anyone who hasn't gotten the message. (Ditto for the Killers. Credit where credit is due, however: They get a nod for attempting to wear the entire Dior Homme line, even though it really means that Brandon Flowers is trying too hard. And THAT job is taken, see also: The Bravery.)
I've nearly forgotten about the real reason that I'm chiming in today about Polo. A sale, and the one cool Purple Label shirt I found. Note that you will have to click on this picture to see it in all its glory; reducing it in size unfortunately reduces the pattern such that it looks a bit like a pillowcase I once owned.

Broadcloth Striped WindsorBut remember my earlier warning: tie-tucking is inane. Best leave that to models and service-industry folk.
This shirt reminds me of
Layer Cake, a film in which Daniel Craig's character always makes sure to go home and put on a crisp new shirt and suit after every beating, shooting, drug deal gone wrong, and similar instance of daily British underworld life.

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