I like dressing well. I like shirts, pants, ties, good, well made, well cut clothing. I like good, shoes, not ridiculous shoes that fit a fleeting, current trend (such as the relatively recent desire to make and sell point toed footwear) but traditional(ish) leather footwear with sewn heels and colours that of black, dark brown etc. I like sweaters and hats, though I never wear them. I have read GQ since I was thirteen and am the grandson of a tailor who made suits for Canadian celebrities, military officers and well known politicians. I understand good clothing. I do not however own a suit.
Suits are rarely needed in the real world. A wedding, a funeral, an award ceremony. These events are the only ones that truly seem to warrant the wearing of a suit and even then it is optional. I make due with a jacket if needed, a tie (again, if needed) pants and such as do most people with a modicum of fashion sense. Not many life events require a suit nowadays and I for one decry this change in society. It is similar to how golf has become such a mainstream hobby that one cannot visit a course even in the middle of the week and golf a round without being forced into a foursome or twosome with a stranger by those that run the course. The plebs have become the ones that make the rules and I do not like this. I want a good suit, a nice well cut, well made, not off the rack suit made of a dark linen or a grey pinstripe wool for colder days but honestly, I have no chance to wear one. This to me is a sign of end times. The masses rule.
Suit wearing does exist however in the world of business. Suits are worn by persons trapped in tedious finance and business related careers where elder management still expect persons to do so. Accountants, lawyers, finance analysts, all the people who occupy careers nobody outside of those jobs would want, they wear suits. It has become a uniform of the sixty hour a week crew. The tedious people who put work ahead of life, who are “defined” by what they do rather than how creative or interesting they are as people. This makes me and others who yearn for the old days less likely to buy and wear a suit unless Gran kicks the bucket.
It is sad.
I miss the days when I could not afford a good suit but wanted one. The space time continuum has flipped.