So, finally you get an actually fine one. You never knew if it would ever happen, yet being certain there would be hardly a reason to wear one. Than, it is even a great one. Not tailored, still of the rack, but the high end rack. A Zegna in Blue with some stripes. You are born for it and that thing was made for you. That was the intention of the man creating that master peace of expressing confidence and a mans true inner state. You sleep into it. The silk feels fine, the cloth falls most gently around you and you fill that thing out as it supposed to be.
There is no way to hide your Gangster Anarchist attitude and Pirate blood line with that hardcore Knight training knowing that no one will be able to point it out beyond telling that it was too much, and way too much Italian Mafioso.
The only sad moment is when you have no 1911 to slide into your back held by the belt.
Anyway. You are European. Down to every cell and we are under siege worse than ever. So, that us rests in the cupboard, for most of the time, until this is over and you survived it.
