The greatest provocations of lust are from our apparel.
Contentment preserves one from catching cold. Has a woman who knew that she was well dressed ever caught a cold? No, not even when she had scarcely a rag on her back.
Nakedness reveals itself. Nudity is placed on display. The nude is condemned to never being naked. Nudity is a form of dress.
Styles may change, details may come and go, but the broad demands of aesthetic judgment are permanent.
Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress.
A man’s style is intrinsic and private with him like his voice or his gesture, partly a matter of inheritance, partly of cultivation. It is the pattern of the soul.
Keeping your clothes well pressed will keep you from looking hard pressed.
Looking the part helps get the chance to fill it. But if you fill the part, it matters not if you look it.
Style is not neutral. It gives moral directions.
It was a cliché that champagne did well when times were bad. But this recession has an added element to it in which conspicuous spending – bling – is out of fashion.