Paul Smith had plenty of jackets, but I liked this dark-khaki one the most. The English checked wool reminded me of something my grandfather used to wear. The cut was longer than usual for the brand—great for my tall frame. Paired with my wide-leg trousers, it gave me a Katharine Hepburn look. But the jacket was too fussy for everyday wear and would be more at home in the British countryside than at Lucky Strike lunches. 142 Greene St., nr. W. Houston St.; 646-613-3060.