This is dramatic, this is glamorous, this is something you wear to a holiday party at your arch-nemesis’s house where you fling the coat dismissively into the face of some sad sack before monologuing loudly to the assembled about how you have, in fact, just both (a) acquired your rival’s business in a hostile takeover, and (b) married her son in secret ceremony at the Vatican. You finish the speech by cooing, “Merry Christmas, darling…to me,” and then you take your fabulous tartan suited-self and strut out of there like the queen that you are.
PS: I’m not running our annual tartan post for a couple of weeks but if you can’t wait that long, this suit IS for sale on the Gucci website and I’m not gonna lie: I want one of you to buy it and run amok in it! (That’s an affiliate link.)
