That's the thing - well fitted. You can spend thousands on some big label off-the-peg number and look like shit, which is what the majority of these guys seem to do. Before the popularisation of big-name-designer menswear, this wasn't a problem, as nearly all suits were bespoke, or otherwise properly fitted. Not to mention altered accordingly with the wearer's changing measurements.
Hehe the most expensive suit I ever bought was $40 AU.
Second-hand, tight mod woollen 60s number. Perfect cut - nice high lapels, slimline to fit my skinny frame, perfect arm and leg length...not a tailor in sight. Dumb luck I guess, but I have another with a similar cut, different colour, that cost all of $10. Which is about the price of a pair of cheap underwear. Not bad, I reckon.
I love to don a suit; it's not something expected of me, or even encouraged. But fuck it, I wear one better than any rich cunt I've ever come across (barring the over 60 crowd).
Leonard Cohen is really a fashion icon, to weirdos like me. Haha.
I really like the comment about sophistication not having anything to do with money - that's for damn sure.
One thing most swanky-dressed wanker guys get totally wrong these days is the shoes. A totally overlooked - and vitally important part of a sharp outfit.
Then again, it doesn't bother me at all that this is lost on most fellers.
Those hideous pointy-with-a-square-toe shoes worn with ill-fitting suits crack me up.
When look at photographs of the past - and how even gentlemen of extremely modest means managed to look so smart in their Sunday best (or whatever day warranted formalware) I realise far the younger generations have slipped, sartorially (generally speaking). I suppose well-made clothes are pretty much reserved for the rich or the dedicated second-hand clothes whore nowadays. Some of my few favourite garments are literally from other people's garbage. Trashcan chic.