What does a person's reason for dressing up say about them?
What does it say about them? Depends. Why do you dress up? Is it a necessity or is it a choice?
If it is it a necessity does one do it grudgingly, cluelessly or effectively? A loaded question I know because there are poorly dressed CEO's (by ignorance or choice) and well dressed do-nothing's.
If it is not a necessity, why does someone do it? Are they trying to impress? Have they misjudged what might be appropriate? Are they a peacock or just naturally have a sense of style or dig the vibe from dressing up.
On a daily basis I see poorly dressed (to me) senior leaders. Few with any flair irrespective of the quality of their clothes. Suggests to me that they either do not know or care. I surmise they don't know how to dress well because you can tell who is dressing up because they have to and so it grudgingly as they wardrobe malfunctions separate them from the herd.
Now these people earn entry level and above 1%er incomes. The put on a suit or odd jacket and trousers but they resemble the neophyte menswear forum newbies: a pedestrian and unsophisticated sense of what they beleive is "good". I some respects they do not care enough to invest the time to learn. They might have more important interests. No different than most of us before we crossed the line for whatever reason and decided it was important to dress well and set out on this quest that brings us here, SF, AAAC, LL and FNB.
Why do I dress up? Because, based on my position, it is appropriate. Why do I try to dress well? Because if I must do it I must do it well. Have I been influenced by the forums? Absolutely. Has it changed how i dress? Most certainly. Does age have something to do with it? Of course.
In my 20's was MC important? No, I was more interested in dressing like a thug or a biker but I also thought hair half-way down my back was where it was at, a sentiment that did not fade until my mid to late 30's. It wasn't until almost 40 when i realized that semi-retirement was turning my brain to mush that i set out on a third career; one that required dressing above those who worked for me (my belief). It was a strategic but yet naive decision. That of a neophyte, although I had a good grounding earlier in life when I would hang out at Julien's in Chapel Hill and pick their brains.
It wasn't until a decade ago, a fourth career, that the process started in earnest. But still Paul Smith was style to me. Having taken a 50% pay cut to move to this godforsaken place so my wife could be closer to her aging parents, and underestimating the cost of housing in this market, somehow I was drawn to SF's B&S to maximize my purchasing power. I lurked and read and drank the Kool-Aid. Hard work erased the pay cut and manifoldly increased my earning power. Coupled with knowledge and the pragmatism of age the impulse buy mentality was thankfully short-lived and I am at a place where there is nothing I really need but always something i want. But I have learned to resist. Of course I developed a latent boot-only fetish but we all must have vices.
So, what does this say about me? I haven't a clue because in the grand scheme of things it is meaningless. I do know I dress for work because I beleive it is the appropriate thing to do. I try to dress well for me while I need to be dressing for work. At the end of the day, I can't wait to take off my uniform, place it carefully in my wardrobes, don my coming to work clothes and bugger off home.
When not at work, I put less thought into what I wear. Still focus on quality but far less anal about it. Week days, weekends there is no difference. No casual slacks, no sweater-under-jacket-sans-tie-loafers for lolling around on weekends. No time for it but it also smacks of the ubiquitous Arab fit one sees on cab drivers. That said, most likely I am the only pseudo-rancher wearing - at least around here - SWD brands with horseshit and oil stains.
Come to think of it, we suffer from an illness or sorts don't we?