"These words should be helpful to introduce the tailor's shop to you.
That is, indeed, a sort of magic shop in which anyone can find a part of himself and a few sparks of joy.
Introductions tent usually to illustrate materials, instruments, procedures.
They seem to say to the reader: come, you'll find something made this way; you'll see things never seen; unusual care for details; perfect cut and so on.
I had the demanding task and honor of writing these proper words, but neither am I a good vendor not do I think that elegance is such a commercial product.
We don't lack fabric, needle and thread, and especially of TAILOR.
Ordinary people are missing; or they are present but they fear elegance, the same way they are afraid of themselves; they prefer to join the party of observer, so that they follow the anonymous conditions of their lives.
In short they prefer to fallow fashion.
On the contrary elegance is anonymous.
Elegance is shown and felt.
A few people maintain the opposite.
According to them elegance is just not to be seen, not to be emphasized.
They speak as tamed man.
An elegant suit is a roll of drums and the man, who wears it, is completely aware of it.
Elegance is music, not a hateful noise.
Those people, who can't perceive harmony, can't perceive elegance. For this reason we must be a little classist.
We say that there are human beings who renounced to thei personalities, to music, to beauty, to poetry, to love, to the serene pleasure of flash, the light of the sun, or the scent of the sea.
These people can't be elegant or they will never be elegant. Is not their fault, they're so sad their life is also sad.
Actually the siege of beauty is not sufficient to make us elegant.
Probably we should be elegant even if completely naked, but habits and climate prevent us from live naked.
We have to get dressed and we need the artist who is able to but the elements together. From the point of view of the tailor the suit must be beautiful and comfortable.
The second principle is: elegance must be loud and comfortable.
The perception of a suit is completely internal.
A jacket, a real jacket not a recognizable trademark, is not perceived by the body, but felt as a way of being, in the right place, at the right moment. Ho to get the right product, is another element of the game.
Fabric thrown on the table; the tactful pleasure, taking them, looking at them at light, feeling them between one's fingers: uncertainty, greed, desire to see one's taste confirmed.
All this belongs to the shop.
According to me elegance is also sexist, besides classist, in a happy way, I must add.
In the middle of these woods and fabric, the matter is strictly male.
Women are admitted, of course: they are kindly dealt with, sometimes courted, when they appear, but the magic is male.
Differently from women, who are used showing their vanity, men are really dramatically vain.
I might write a cyclic poem on the subject: weren't Homer's warriors looking for the most restless feathers? They were vain and we are too, even if far from those ancient walls.
We are modest and we belong to modern ages, nevertheless we fight a duel every day.
Can a warrior give up his shield? He can't, definitely.
Neither can he wear branded arms, as a poor idiot without a glorious destiny.
Actually mosquitoes exist: why shouldn't men of note.
Moreover everyman is free and he owns the means to get an uncomfortable life.
After all, we can just choose."