The average height of men in the U.S. is 5-foot-9 (Denmark, alternatively, is 5-foot-11.5). While leg-lengthening surgery seems to be gaining in popularity, there’s not really much to be done to address our collective vertical shortcomings (mine included), other than wearing a shorter inseam, creating the illusion of a longer leg. Todd Snyder’s 5-inch Corduroy Weekend Short is a perfect means to achieve this end. To get the full benefit of wearing these, I would encourage you not to skip leg day, but if you do, keep in mind that good tailoring can offset bad habits.

My obsession with Vollebak is evident and well-documented. It also might seem a bit of an anomaly, given my appetite for more traditional lines and silhouettes. Except it’s not. Vollebak has taken the basics (sweaters, jackets, jeans) and infused them with a sort of understated-NASA fashion, utility-cool that has just never been done before. I’m wearing a pair of these jeans right now as I write this, and while they’re painstakingly crafted utilizing raw Japanese selvedge denim on low-speed looms, then woven with aramid fibers (which are stronger than steel), and finally reinforced with Cordura panels in the knees and seat, they are, ultimately, workers’ pants. They’ll take at least two years to break in and will protect you in a 45 mph fall. Literally the only jeans you will ever need. Pro-tip: Pair it with the below unlined chore coat on cooler nights.

After digitally stumbling upon the Norwegian Rain site, I visited the shop here in Paris, where they fitted me for a coat that is, by far, the most sartorially sophisticated piece of clothing I own. The fit is exquisite and the aesthetic might be characterized as a cross between contemporary French and 1930s Japanese Imperial Officer. The super lightweight material ensures that this piece can potentially be worn year-round (especially if you live somewhere, like Paris, where it always rains).

If you’re checking in on your Formula One team’s open source components upgrades from a superyacht docked at the Yacht Club de Monaco — or if you’re just a fan of la dolce vita — these are your bathing trunks.

The closer. I’ve been a bit reluctant to include a watch in any of these features because watches are a thing, and they’re a thing I know very little about. That said, I own this watch, and I know this: It is both beautifully designed and bulletproof. My 6-year-old does that thing where she holds onto my hands, walks up my legs, and then, with the full weight of her 37-pound body, throws her legs back over her head, impossibly, horrifically, rotating her shoulders in order to stick the landing. There have been several occasions where she has hooked at least two fingers under my watch while performing this gruesomely elastic feat. The band held fast. As the official watch supplier to the French space program, the performance expectations are of the highest order. The watches are designed in Paris, then developed and ultimately assembled in Switzerland. It’s an understated and less-obvious watch to own, which, perhaps, means there are more elegant and exclusive options; however, I really appreciate the quiet restraint that ownership communicates.