Ever since I discovered oxford shirts, I've always gone for button-down collars for all my shirts. I button them religiously too, as I love the way simple mechanism keeps the collar standing firm, avoiding that god-awful 70s flat spread. That is, of course, until today. A strange thing happened with my oxford shirt's collar this morning just before I was about to button it up. I looked in the mirror and there it was: gloriously curled, all by itself. I don't know if it was the way I ironed it, but whatever it is, methinks I have to do it again. The sheer irony of something looking undone and yet more sophisticated than it should be amuses a man of simple joys like me to no end.