The pocket square was, some time ago, an entirely useful piece of cloth. Today, it’s much more affection that particularly useful, which is fine. Men have little room to really decorate their fits; so a little liveliness in the breast pocket is suitable.
With that said, and in keeping with my restrained approach to dressing, I’m a proponent of tucking the pocket in, just a bit more. There are many details that can detract from an otherwise well balanced and though out ensemble. In a previous post, I discussed a fluidity that’s present when the shoe and trouser compliment each other. But the exploding pocket squares I’ve seen recently are utterly clownish! Perhaps it’s a fashiony thing.
For an ensemble to be harmonious, everything should, hopefully, mesh well together. This, of course, means no one piece should draw so much attention away from the look, as a whole. This is the effect an ejaculating pocket square gives off. It announces itself, prematurely.
I assume, which I’m aware is dangerous, most men wouldn’t want to be associated with anything premature. The rest of you, your outfit, doesn’t have a chance in competing with a audaciously patterned square of silk that couldn’t wait for everyone else. The no tuck square is akin to a backup singer who’s begun without the lead singer or the band. Every part must work together.
In a civilized society, men would recognize the exploding square and attempt to rein it in. Of course, we live in uncivil times. These are days when the purveyors of trend and boldness proudly coordinate their socks to their pocket square to their ties to their shirts, all in an effort to rework what they deem to be the stuffy suit. Save the foolishness for the trend chasers and fashion set.
Fear not color, simply avoid violent and excessive bursts of it.
Keep it disciplined, tuck the square just a bit.