When I run my hands along the lines of a suit they should caress the man wearing it, moving fluidly with every swing of his arms.
The sight of a man in a well-fitting, well-made suit sends instant chills down my spine.
It is music to me.
My heart races. The rush to my head creates an ocean’s roar pounding in my ears.
I catch myself staring at the suit, the man, the beauty of it all.
Admittedly, sometimes I cannot keep my hands to myself.
Before I know it, I am touching the beautifully constructed shoulders admiring the shoulder slope and sleeve setting.
I run my hand along the man’s back seeking out the gorgeous collar height intimately curved along his neck.
I circle around this wondrous creation in a quest for the lapel roll.
The lapel falls between my fingers as I glide along the roll feeling the artisan’s work to my finger’s touch. The weightlessness belies the mastery of the tailor’s craftsmanship hidden within. Smiling I send my hand grazing across the chest. My palm senses the layers of canvas beneath, molded and shaped to this man’s silhouette.
Never letting my hand leave this masterpiece I move to the sleeve.
Sighing, my hand runs down the exquisitely mastered sleeve as it shapes to the arm’s bend. I reach the cuff, toying with the keyhole buttonholes. The crisp dress shirt cuff hints at the well placed hem finish to the wrist.
Begrudgingly, I tear myself free from this creation with a satiated smile.
There is nothing better than a man in a stylish, well-made, well-fitting suit to turn my head.
Style Shapes Every Silhouette with Integrity.