People look funny in suits. It's so uncomfortable to even look at. It makes
the human body appear boxy- not naturally graceful. The suite makes your shoulders
square as if your clenched with stress, the pants hide any athleticism that may
be present, the tie seems to be the only outlet of creativity - the tiemaker's
creativity, as seen from the viewpoint of an executive.
Now, wearing all this demands something, First it demands that you have to at
least take a shower, comb your hair, some kind of cologne is in order... and what's
the final outcome of all this? The suit wears you. You become what the suit shows.
It doesn't empower you, the suit already expects that. You hide inside. Without
the suit, the man is nothing.
Can you imagine a stockbroker in cutoff shorts and a stained t-shirt from a
thrift store?
We are controlled by wool, tweed, leather and patterns from Milan.
