Somewhere there are towns where men's clothing vendors have people working for them that actually know about men's clothing. Where I live, there is only one man. "Mr. Walter" is in his upper sixties, has been my friend for many years and is the last remaining haberdasher in these outlying parts.
Mr. Walter has a term which he appends to the sartorially unenlightened. He calls them the "one suit men". Meaning they own one suit, for use at their arraignment. Or, later, at their funeral. I do not hold it against a man if he only has one suit, particularly in the current economy. If it is the right suit. Like this one, for example.
I wrote earlier about the one "magic suit" I have that always gleans me a compliment, a good table, an upgrade, even (twice) a job offer. This is the suit. Selected for me by Mr. Walter. Midnight blue, single breasted, two button pinstripe by Ralph Lauren. Matched with this shirt by Charles Tyrwhitt...
Pale yellow with blue and white stripes, contrasting cuffs and collar. Double cuffs. I actually had to scan my shirt for you because my lousy camera would not capture an image of it for some reason. Matched with the tie shown above which is blue silk with cream rosettes outlined in yellow. I kid you not, this outfit never fails me. It is the one I turn to when it is all or nothing. The Last Stand. The Big Deal. For such occasions, I have nothing else that will do. So, thanks to Mr. Walter and a great shirt company, I guess I am a one suit man too.