January 24, 2016
I was consulting with a new luxury client. I was going to be working on their salesfloor, so he told me I would have to wear the old school uniform of a dark navy suit, tie - the works.
I went to the closest Nordstrom to buy a suit. A salesman approached and focused just on me. He wanted to know what type of retailer my client was, where else I might be wearing the suit, and he spent a good thirty minutes helping me pick out a suit and several conservative shirts.
When I tried on a light blue Canali shirt, I felt like I was a four-year old boy; my shirt covered not just my wrists and palms, but went beyond my fingers.