The Tailored Suit Is a (Unisex) Second Skin
Having a personal tailor might seem rarefied or even redundant these days, but it’s actually particularly vital. An exceptional tailor helps you evolve. He or she unveils a sense of self-knowledge that could otherwise take years of trial and error, maybe even some therapy. But enlightenment comes in unexpected forms, and sometimes that form is a fine linen or lightweight wool. You feel it with every step.
When I had a white linen white, after all. A suit that specific usually isn’t a breeze to wear in any situation, and Italy felt like the only place I would. But I kept wearing it—in the city, in the countryside, on planes, at home. Now I’m tossing it on regularly during transcontinental quarantines and having another made in new fabrics.
