I’ve been in my cave for a while now, and I’ve come to the realization that everything goes better in a three-piece suit.
Work goes more smoothly, people listen to you and your colleagues wonder what’s wrong with you.
My pupils thought I looked like the guy from “Hitman”, seen above. I remember watching the film and wanting my money back. The best part of it was the suits.
With that in mind, please read the following, stolen from a dear friend of mine:
“Style is the answer to everything.
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art
Bullfighting can be an art
Boxing can be an art
Loving can be an art
Opening a can of sardines can be an art
Not many have style
Not many can keep style
I have seen dogs with more style than men,
although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.
When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun,
that was style.
Or sometimes people give you style
Joan of Arc had style
John the Baptist
I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
Style is the difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water,
or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.”