Tabla de contenidos para Style SIP 2024 en Golf Digest

OH, HOW TO DISCUSS KHAKIS and not sound old as dirt or say something that my teenage boys would pray never slips out around their friends? Truth is, I’m OK with my past, present and future with khakis. I’ve worn them proudly—obliviously, really—since I stopped inheriting my older brothers’ pull-on jeans. I have a few thoughts about my khaki crush. First, is khaki a fabric or a color—or even a style? Like tangerine or butterscotch (oh, man, I’m getting old with that one), I suppose it’s a color and a real thing. I once had a khaki recliner—yes, I was single—and that was more about color than fabric, but my classic khaki spring jacket—again, single—was all texture and touch. My khaki years probably bloomed with my interest in golf. Before…

WOODY AUSTIN 2004 Ford Championship There’s nothing wrong with a patriotic golf homage, but this shirt fell short. Now if this had been a Ryder Cup, it might have been easier to embace the excess, but you need some serious swagger to pull this off as ironic fashion. Still, we’ll give him kudos for the effort—it takes guts to wear that much sand trap across your torso. THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH going for it. We live in the age of 400-yard drives and par 5s in two after all. Yet these days too many tour players lay up while getting dressed. The golfers listed here, however, waited for the green to clear, took big swings and sent some worm-burners skipping through the dew. That’s OK, though. During the past 30…

AS A MILLENNIAL, the hoodie was a pivotal piece of my wardrobe during those awkward teenage years. My high school didn’t have uniforms, but you would think it did by the number of gray and navy hoodies walking through the doors each morning. Certainly, hoodies were not considered a “nice” item of clothing—let alone an appropriate golf top. Fast forward a handful of years (let’s not put a number on it) and suddenly hoodies have taken over the golf course. We’ve even seen tour players wearing hoodies to compete in majors and at courses you would never expect to see a drawstring replacing a buttoned-up collar. Once again, hoodies have become my go-to apparel item, but now I don’t think twice about whether it’s appropriate clothing, and I happily ignore…

I NEVER KNEW HOW MUCH I NEEDED YOU until I didn’t have you, or not enough of you, or not the right ones. At the start of every round, I have to practically dump the contents of my golf bag into the compartments of my cart and shove countless tees in my hair (that somehow get lost in my ponytail without fail); things are scattered everywhere. If only a repository for small things existed for all my little knickknacks to have a special home. You would think that something as simple as a pocket would be an easy addition to any article of clothing, and yet no pair of pants, shorts or skort has ever had sufficient space for my many miscellaneous-yet-essential belongings. I’m not saying that cargoes are the…

IMAGINE IF YOU FELL IN LOVE with someone first and only later learned that person was rich. This is what it’s like to wear a ball cap now that I’ve lost most of my hair. You see a transactional relationship meant to disguise my diminished hairline. I see the latest chapter in a lifelong affair. To say I wore ball caps back when I had a full head of hair is like when your grandparents would look across a crowded urban setting and tell you how this all used to be farmland. You can’t really see it, but you just have to trust that it’s true. I wore ball caps in Little League but also in high school classrooms and at bars when I was in college and beyond. In…

GOLF STYLE IS HAVING A MOMENT. Rounds played are up 20 percent since the pandemic with increases in play among young people, women and people of color. This surge is fueling in part a greater democratization in golf fashion with influences from the street, skateboarding and hip hop (see “Skip the Stuffy” on page 22). Golfwear makers are also borrowing from their contemporaries in high fashion, evoking heritage, quality and versatility over just sweat-wicking. This moment raises a few questions, such as where does on-course style go from here? When the dust settles on golf’s new peaking popularity, which brands will be standing? We spoke with Scott Mahoney, CEO of Peter Millar; Billy Draddy, creative director at Summit Golf Brands (B.Draddy/Fairway & Greene/Zero Restriction); John Bourne and Alex Holderness, founders…

ARE ALL GOLF VESTS BLUE? Of course not, but my travels across the golf shops and putting greens of North America suggest it is so. Among my sleeveless souvenirs are a couple with logos so powerful they stop more conversations than they start. Like the salt in my hair, looking in the mirror at these half-garments stokes pride yet also despair. When did I become so middle-aged, so conventional? I’m haunted by visions of Steve Urkel and Chandler Bing but never Young Tom Morris. Same as too many golfers, my confidence always runs highest on the driving range. A vest’s snug hold around the engine of my torso and the resultant free-flowing whip of my arms conjures and reinforces the most magical swing tip I’ve ever known: The tail doesn’t…

OSCAR WILDE ONCE SAID, “Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm.” He was, of course, referencing the hideous shirt John Daly wore en route to winning the 1994 BellSouth Classic. The Ugly Golf Shirt is as much a staple of the game as Tiger Woods’ knack for the dramatic, a hot dog at the turn and finding the water when you absolutely can’t afford to. Loud and ultimately beautiful (in the ugliest of ways), donning a god-awful tee while playing 18 holes is one of the most American things one can do, and I salute all of you who go for it when it comes to objectionable golf apparel. In case you’re wondering, I own a Bryson DeChambeau math-equations shirt, a Grande Dunes (Myrtle Beach) tee that…

I LEARNED TO PLAY GOLF IN HYDERABAD, India, at a club that had blasted boulders and discharged peacocks to create its home. Other than the threat of snakes (scary) and mongooses (adorable but distracting), the course was much like the fairways I’d eventually walk in the States, down to the male-centric golf shop and strict dress code. As a tween, this caused major drama. I was expected—forced, even—to wear a polo with a collar. Gross! Polos were for men, men were grown-up boys, and boys were an extraterrestrial species (also scary) with whom I was not eager to engage. My parents managed to source an ill-fitting and sickeningly magenta Abercrombie & Fitch polo. I wore it, begrudgingly, so that I could join my dad and his co-workers for their…