If you've been keeping up with our site and our book—which, of course, you have—you'll know of our open admiration of this shirt. Tucked-in, wrinkled, bow-tied, peeled off the floor, this shirt looks impeccable and as of-the-moment as it did when sunburnt, toothless dudes were prospecting for gold in the 1840s. Polo has a distinctly approachable American fit with an equally inviting price-point. Just avoid gimmicky Western cuts and costumey snap buttons and being named Pappy and you're all set.