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10.15.2002 Esgee's, this is Armani


“Fashionista – a fashion connoisseur”

Background info—there is this wedding that Elizabeth and I are going to be attending in the beginning of November, and she requested that I should look extra nice for there will be people there that I haven’t seen in a couple of years. Notice, this goes along with the fat-loss plan and letting my hair grow out again. (More on the later later). Well, she budgeted me this small pot of gold to go get myself all fixed up for the ball and there I was left to my own devices.

My initial reaction is to buy a whole bunch of Palm Pilots and glue them to my body, seeing how this would impress someone like myself, but this was going to be a different crowd. I figured I needed some help with this, so I sent off a mailnote to Esgee, and to my surprise, what came back a couple of hours later were detailed instructions of a complete outfit head to toe …excellent!

To some of you, Esgee may sound like a new name. I know I haven’t written about him recently, but he’s been around. As some of you may know, Esgee’s a good friend and occasional coworker if consulting assignments line up well. I believe the last time I wrote about him was during the dot-com enthusiastic ventures. Well, nonetheless, I was surprised about his fashion sense. Although it has been my experience that in addition to being quite the tech-head, which I find impressive, fashionably, he prefers tee shirts and baseball caps on the weekends, but he is also quite the *fashionista*. I knew that he was knowledgeable about designer clothes, but I didn’t realize he was * knowledgeable* about designer clothes.

The next day we find ourselves venturing forth out of the subway, walking along 5th Avenue, across the street from Rockefeller Center and eventually into Saks Fifth Avenue. This is the store where people would line up during Christmas-time just to see their magical store windows. But, probably alike many others, I have never been inside.

We swiftly take the elevator to the sixth floor. Esgee glanced at the directory, but this was just to confirm that they haven't updated things since he last been here. There, we found ourselves in designer suit heaven veering over Italian designers’ works like Armani and Enu-boo-boo Zegna (Sorry, I just can't get that name). This floor is pristine. Everything was very orderly, clean, and sharp. There were just a handful of customers here and there (Odd what a good long recession does to people huh?). Anyhow, Esgee walked over to one of the suits, and swished his palm up and down over the lapel. Alike Juan Valdez with coffee beans, he glided the fabric between his thumb and forefingers. He picked up one of the sleeves and presented it to me, “Smooth fine wool blend.”

This was probably one of the first times where I came up close to a designer suit and actually scrutinized it. Esgee pointed out the fabric and the stitching—it was very high quality and exact. Very, very nice.

It occurred to me that instant, and although Esgee hadn’t said it, it seemed like an appropriate time, but nonetheless, something I never understood—why the phrase is valid, ‘This is Armani,’ when referring to clothes. I looked at my clothes I had on and the same just didn’t work, ‘This is Gap…. This is Old Navy.’ It doesn’t have the same effect. I asked Esgee about this, but he didn’t know either. I guess it’s just one of those things. Oh well.

One of the suit-assister-men notices that we’ve been eyeing a particular suit for a while, and he comes over to ask if I would like to try it on. “Yeah, sure,” I respond. He guesses my measurements, confirms it with a tape measure, and quickly disappears into the background. Esgee and I continue to look around. Moments later, he resurfaces with a suit jacket.

“This is Armani.” (See? I told you.)

I slide the jacket on—no really, this is what it feels like. I *slide* the jacket on. And I just have to say that this thing is just amazing. I don’t think that I’ve ever tried something like this on before. It’s highly unusual to explain, but the fabric is very sleek and form-fitted to the body. And the rest of the fabric sort of just *hangs* off of me. I imagine the closest comparison is Superman’s suit and cape, where the suit was made of a fine draping wool blend and the cape was made of silk satin. And although I really don’t know what it feels like to dress up like Superman, I imagine this to probably be a good analogy. All I had on was the suit jacket—‘All good people of this land shall hear my order for thee have ventured onto the kingdom of Sir Knight!’ Many other thoughts also ventured through my mind. Well, moments passed before I noticed that everyone there was watching me, and probably waiting for me at that point to take this jacket off. The thought strongly occurred to me not to—it was, my little precious. I figured I could just keep it on. Maybe they’ll forget, and we could just stroll on out of the store and no one would notice. If I just stood still for a few seconds longer.

It didn’t work. Everyone just kept looking at me.

Oh well, we browsed through the rest of the floor and onto another floor, and I don’t know how I did it, but I hung tight to my little pot of gold, and we wound up leaving Saks. Venturing onward a little further on 5th Avenue, we window-shopped a little while longer before winding down to find a place to eat.

Oh, it was great fun.

PS—Since Superman’s suit was made from the fabric he was found wrapped in while arriving to Earth, I wonder if he goes around stating, “This is Krypton.”

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