Whether or not you believe that the suit makes the man or the man makes the suit, it's worth noting that the suit can be your get-out-of-jail-for-free card. Last week Wednesday, Ronald Tackman, a career criminal decided to bring his sartorial A-game to the next level. A level your Style Therapist didn't even know existed. He escaped from the Manhattan Criminal Court Building by assuming the role of a sharply dressed attorney. He was so convincing a court officer even asked, "Counselor, what are you doing here?"
For all you naysayers out there who still don't believe how you're dressed counts for something, enjoy your pitiful existence in your stained college sweatshirt and crumpled corduroy blazer with elbow patches falling off. Yes, Susie Dirtyshirt of Kalamazoo, Michigan. I'm talking to you! How many sweatshirts can one person own? Don't think you're off the hook Professor Ian Messy of Park Slope. You've been sporting the same tired tenured tuxedo (corduroy blazer and matching slacks) for far too long now. You think it's beneath your intellect to care about your appearance, yet you spend a good 15 minutes disarranging your hair to give it that unkempt, "I care about more cerebral things" effect. By default, you're not better than the rest of us in terms of self-branding, or you would have cut off that bird's nest a long time ago.
Despite my tiny tangent, I hope everyone realizes the importance of putting a bit of effort into appearance and carriage. I'm not condoning Mr. Tackman's behavior, but I must give credit where it's due. Clothing counts and the sooner we get our arithmetic together, the sooner we can escape the imprisonment of stale style.