“When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” the saying goes. So, here I am in Hong Kong and I’ve decided to buy a suit. Or two. And a shirt. Or six. Custom made, too.
I’d heard about the wild deals you can get here: $700 for a suit and a couple of shirts; $1400 for two suits, a sports jacket, and a coat; and on, and on. At first, I was reluctant. You see, I don’t wear suits a lot. In fact, over the last year, I’ve worn a suit … never. The last time I was in a suit it was a tuxedo for the Oscars. In 2006. The last time I actually wore a suit to the office, one of the jokers there said, “How’d it go with the judge?” Yeah, it’s kind of rare.
So why a suit now, and why two? Well, it dawns on me that I have more money than the last time I bought a suit. It also dawns on me that that last suit no longer fits — not that it ever really fit well. So I had a number in my head: $1000. I would buy however many suits and shirts as I could for that amount.
I stumbled into Sensational Collection on Nathan Road, and talked to the guy there a bit. He seemed knowledgeable and friendly, and when I saw his prices I knew he was on the higher end of the game. The cloth seems to be of really good quality, and what he showed me of the suits and shirts waiting for delivery seemed of good workmanship.
I talked him down from about $1100 to $950 for two suits (one black with a herring bone pattern, and the other charcoal gray with a blue pin stripe) and six shirts (three with French cuffs, three with standard cuffs). The only concern I have is that they will be able to finish them by Monday morning. I’d like to take them with me so I can wear them out for a fancy dinner sometime on this trip.
No pictures, it didn’t happen.
OMG.
I’m speechless.
And until there are photos I won’t believe it!
You’re gonna love them!
If you have time, check out Macau while you’re there…for Portuguese food!
It’s true, you non-believers. There will be no pictures until said suits are actually, you know, done. Of course, there will be pictures, but probably not until I get to London.
Can we start calling you “Mr. Fancy Pants?” I mean, to your face now?
Mmmm… French cuffs.
Suits!
And French cuffs!
Do I know you?
p.s. still jealous.