Truth be told, I did work for a bank for my first year of employment. Needless to say it didn’t last: my collars felt tighter than leashes.
Care to preen in a a bespoke suit and coat? Stare down the competition with sartorial savvy?
I did go through a neck tie phase, even for the first few years in my work with a newspaper – even if the country manager didn’t care to put on one daily.
It was a lesson in discipline. Nowadays I wear a different armor.
Still always carry a handkerchief in my pocket daily, of course: a requirement for a gentleman. Couldn’t be bothered with pocket squares, though.
Oh, but to engage with the fabric of life, in its varying knits, textures, and cotton counts!
Even during the time I worked for magazines, I never took on the challenge of wearing a suit for a week. Not even just blazers. It just wasn’t practical.
Though I read somewhere (on LinkedIn I think), that the reason office air conditioning is cranked up to polar temperatures is so that men can wear their jackets – even in the tropics!
Makes sense. Though I think even if you don’t report for work dressy each day, you should always shine like a pretty penny – or a mother of pearl button for that matter.
Casual moods are more inviting for various tapestries of possibilities.
Which is not to say that daily routines don’t have their way of straightening people up.
Clean uniforms free the mind to focus its energy on being creative.
Even in black in white or while wearing tuxes.
Though the world needs more of its geniuses working in different industries.
The human race must leave its mark in a different way.
Work shouldn’t sacrifice dreams.
I left my racks of illusion a long time ago.
Unbuttoned my cuffs.
Even if I still wear dark shadows as coats.