SARTORIALLY SPEAKING, my philosophy is the opposite of fast fashion. I’m an adherent of wear-it-until-it-falls-offyour-body. Sometimes this brings marital discord. “You are not going out in that,” says my wife, Jocasta, as she inserts a wriggling finger into various holes in my t-shirt.
“That’s air-conditioning,” I respond as I defiantly head out the door.
Or she’ll say: “I can actually see