My friends all care. Â One in particular, due to his family's great wealth, pretty much had achieved what everyone here aspires to by his third year in college. Â Countless tailored suits, including a M-to-M Brioni suit and tux, and a bespoke suit which he claims to have paid 8000 dollars for. Â He had 40 or 50 shirts from Turnbull and Asser, and all the other shirt makers from that street in London. Â A linen suit from the one of the best tailors in Paris. Â John Lobbs for dress, and J. P. Tods for driving. Â He tends to despise anyone who brags of a bargain, though he goes on about how the vast sums that he pours out for clothing, meals, and everything. When he got a real job, he told his tailors to make ten suits that would look inexpensive, so he wouldn't offend any of his superiors. Â Despicable, but highly entertaining. He always criticizes his friends for trying to look sexy and not dressing in a classic gentlemenly manner. Â Several other friends are also quite obsessed with dressing in the proper, British, way. Â If anyone has a bit of synthetic on or not enough cuff showing, these people go nuts. Â These "timeless" dressers are all from Manhatten. I have other friends, disliked by the first set partially on account of their style, who dress very outlandishly in tight polyester from vintage stores, platform shoes, and loud print shirts. Another group follows the usual well-fitted premium jeans and polo shirt thing, swapping the polo shirt for something from Thomas Pink when a bit more dressiness is required. There are also the gays, who wear black, slim-fitting clothes, and tight jeans.