lowlander
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I am British and had always just accepted as fact that English suits are some of the best in the world. My only actual experience with English suits has been with solid ready to wear options: some Gieves & Hawkes here, some Richard James there and some Ede & Ravenscroft in between etc etc. English tailoring is indeed famous, but I feel liberated to accept that it just isn't for me.
The truth is, I never felt comfortable in an English suit. I assumed this was my problem and that I just didn't feel comfortable in suits in general. All the English suits I wore made me feel stiff, the hard shoulders, padding and overly tapered waists, I felt, made me look more than a little ridiculous. If wearing a suit was supposed to make you feel more confident then why did I always feel like a clown when I put one on? I wanted to love wearing a suit but I just hated it.
Then I tried a high quality Italian suit. Who knew a suit could buttress your posture while at the same time, through such delicate construction, encourage you to move as freely as you would butt naked in the Garden of Eden. While I always felt restricted in an English suit, an Italian suit encouraged me to endeavour.
The funny thing is that for a short while I was convinced that I preferred American tailoring to English until I realised it was just because elegant Americans in fact wear Italian. (The truth is that English tailoring is just a niche luxury commodity, if you want proper style and timeless understatement you must go Italian.)
Arrivederci!
The truth is, I never felt comfortable in an English suit. I assumed this was my problem and that I just didn't feel comfortable in suits in general. All the English suits I wore made me feel stiff, the hard shoulders, padding and overly tapered waists, I felt, made me look more than a little ridiculous. If wearing a suit was supposed to make you feel more confident then why did I always feel like a clown when I put one on? I wanted to love wearing a suit but I just hated it.
Then I tried a high quality Italian suit. Who knew a suit could buttress your posture while at the same time, through such delicate construction, encourage you to move as freely as you would butt naked in the Garden of Eden. While I always felt restricted in an English suit, an Italian suit encouraged me to endeavour.
The funny thing is that for a short while I was convinced that I preferred American tailoring to English until I realised it was just because elegant Americans in fact wear Italian. (The truth is that English tailoring is just a niche luxury commodity, if you want proper style and timeless understatement you must go Italian.)
Arrivederci!