So who do you dress for? Is it really for yourself? What if your new girlfriend hates that pocket square? Or your treasured tweed jacket. Or your round toe EGs. Too fuddy duddy. What do you do? Forget the pocket square next time? What if your wife now wants to make you over in that sleek Armani but you've always been solidly American trad? She's tired of your trad look and she wants a change. What do you do? She just re-did the house and now she wants a new you. And what about your colleagues? They all dress casually. Collegiately. But you've discovered dandyism. What do you do? Go along to get along? Who do you dress for? And why? Do you dress to get along? Do you dress to get the girl, to get the promotion ....? So who are you sartorially and why? You may have a classical sense of style. But that's not going to make it at the bar scene. You know many girls really don't like tweeds and braces but , gee, that's Savile Row. That's Duke of Windsor.... They don't care. That's just old. A&S will get you no where but with your new Jill Sander you'll have a better chance of chatting up that blond at the next table who's dressed in Gucci, not Hardy Amies..... So what do you do?