
Stepping off the elevator and into the label's second floor suit department was like stepping back in time. Tie clips and slick hair abounded, and the duds looked great (if a little safe, but that's fine with me. I have little need for fops and dandies and prefer my men traditional(ly dressed)).
For a much more informed analysis of the suits and the talent behind them, visit All Plaid Out.
For a much more informed analysis of the suits and the talent behind them, visit All Plaid Out.
My eye, however, was not on lapels and pinstripes, but on the guests present - almost all the young gents who work at Sterling Cooper. Salvatore! Campbell! Oh my lands! Outfitted in Brooks' finest they seemed perfectly "in character", save for artfully mussed hair. Michael Gladis' beard and Vincent Kartheiser's hipster shag, for example, were quite post-modern (although my phone number exchange with Vincent so that I might set him up with a dear friend was decidedly more old-fashioned). Draper and Sterling must have been at a board meeting because I searched and could not find them. Undeterred I knocked back another dirty and shot some stick with Kinsey and the boys. This good girl has gone Mad.
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