What so fascinates me about the suit is that it is so close to perfect that it ever only changes very little, very gradually. Over years and years, it is the narrowing of a lapel here, a tightening of a trouser cuff there, the refinement of a silhouette here. Every minute adjustment becomes a rarified signal; every element -- the shirt, the tie, the cuff, all -- gains a paramount importance. It is less a hodgepodge mess that results from the guesswork in ordinary fashion -- but a language, with structure and a vocabulary, worked to express dignity, elegance, wit, and masculine perfection.
That is why a man in a good suit thrills me so; he is not merely well-dressed, but articulate, and eloquent.
posted at 12:05:07 pm
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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