With no
suits, men would have nothing. In the hierarchy of fashion, a
good quality suit ruins a man’s merely trump card. Yet in this sad age
of casual-wear, the suit still carry an air of achievement, flavor, and
erudition. It is planned to make you look better, to shatter borders
between social classes, to make a little man tall with pinstripes or a
stout man wealthy with soft wools. The
custom made suit looks fine in restaurant,
train, dinner party or Paris; in short, all over the place you want to
be. It is, in its best form, a complete outfit that would never fall
short you.
And that is accurately what it will do, if you treat
it correct. Regrettably the greater part of
tailored suits you see look dire.
This isn’t essential. Even if you are in job for more than ten hours
with your jacket on, being mindful of your garments will keep you ready
for cocktail after work. Too many men either do not mind or don’t know
how to be dressed in a suit, and, suitably, look like shit.
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