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Thursday, June 02, 2005


What a stunning article about the enduring elegance of a white suit. Hey, if it can make Puff Daddy look classy, just think what it could do for you?
A man in white is never innocent; no woman in white is necessarily innocent either, though the conventional idea is that she may be. A man in white is often searching for something: dirt, or life, or love, money or blood, fame or notoriety. A white suit attracts what you don't have or what you want more of. At least that's the idea, though the experience of wearing a white suit doesn't always follow the script.

Of course it's how a white suit becomes dirty that is interesting. My own white suit is now filthy: I sat on a blackened fire escape one warm Sunday morning. Among all else, a white suit is folly, though I've always preferred people who expose some of their follies to those who hide them. My suit will soon go to the cleaners for a few days.
Something about a white suit, a straw hat, and half-pint of Bourbon that just screams "here's a man with a story to tell."



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