I’m a suit guy, one hundred percent.  I feel most comfortable, most daring, and most myself in a spread collar Y-back braces, and notch lapels.  Me in a suit is me in my skin.

Among other sartorial applications, I am a habitual follower of flying in a suit.  But in my few years’ experience of the three-piece lifestyle, there’s always a time and place in which it belongs.  Definitely not in a time of nineteen hours and a place of two planes, three airports, and  one makeshift fort at a food court.