Bespoke - Part I

I was sitting in the subway the other night thinking about the start of YET another school year and it dawned on me that in less than two years I'll have accumulated 5 freaking degrees. Now having lots of fancy letters next to one's name is all well and good but it's all got to lead to something right? So with next summer's crucial intern recruiting session looming, I've decided to put my heart and soul into getting the best job possible, or at the very least one that will sustain my rampant sybarism (we all need to sublimate our rage somehow right?). As a first step, I've made appointments with the school career people to help sort out my resume and arranged to have a whole pile of business cards printed out.

Now here comes the crazy bit.

I've decided that a fundamental component of my job search arsenal will be a bespoke suit. Thats right, a unique, hand made suit made entirely to my specifications. Now granted, its going to cost the same as the per capita GDP of Cuba but part of the reason for this particularly obscene indulgence is the fact that standing at a towering 5'5 and weighing 120 pounds (or a 165cms and 54kgs) means that there isn't an off-the-rack suit in New York that actually fits me. I am also insane. But I figure, nothing inspires and communicates confidence and competence more than an exquisite suit that fits perfectly.

My suit is going to be made by Duncan Quinn and the dapper fellow below is going to be my tailor.


I'll keep you guys posted throughout the fittings and such!