There couldn’t be a jacket more suitable for this time of the year than the blouson: the cropped length is a refreshing departure from ankle-length overcoats of three months ago, the tightly-woven tech fabric and the air pocket it creates around the body is perfect insulation against cool spring winds, and the loose, blousy shape from which it gets its name hides the multitude of winter sins one is currently in reparation for as summer approaches.
It goes by many names, all slight iterations of the same jacket: bomber, Barracuta, flight jacket, varsity jacket. It could come zipped or buttoned-up, with different collar, pocket, cuff and waistband configurations. I’ve been a staunch advocate of the black blazer for just about any occasion (dinner dates, picnics at the park, fashion fetes, and taking out the trash), but I’ve recently taken a liking to the comfort and casualness and classic masculinity that the blouson evokes. It is the blouson’s quiet, classic masculinity that makes it so tempting to mess with.
photographs by Hudson Shively