There was a very upsetting article in the Times about Wall Streeters returning to work. Gone are suits. In are pressed chinos, zipped vests, and worse, sneakers.

There’s something definitive about a suit. It makes a claim for certainty, a declaration of intent. A good suit mind you, not a discount number that shimmers with cheap indifference. Over the decades the suit has become synonymous with the uniform of drudgery and ill-fitting middle management. Not this suit. A proper suit remains one of the most flattering things a man can wear. To say all suits are the same is like saying all sedans are created equally. We’re not talking about a Honda Civic here.