Who said: “success is not having to wear a suit”? I’m sitting in my pyjamas googling it, but nothing is coming up. I’m pretty sure it was someone over 40, though. Now not being stuck in a grey flannel wardrobe is the very least young people expect from success. I’ll know I’ve reached peak success when I wake up on my own private Thai island, take a slide from my bedroom into the kitchen and eat ice cream for breakfast. Then write this column, of course!
The suit hasn’t been an item that suggested achievement since the 1980s. It slunk out in a silky mess in the ’90s. Since the Noughties, only estate agents aspire to one. Now the suit joins other obsolete corporate emblems, including the Rolex, the PDA and the briefcase. My friends don’t own or aspire to any of the above.
The fastest-booming industries are staffed by kids in hoodies who have never seen a two-piece — unless they wore one in the sixth form or inherited it. If millennials achieve nothing else, they’ll be the first generation to put Moss Bros out of business.
The death of the suit is sartorial evidence that we’re in a new era: one that measures success not in expensive objects but by how much you can be yourself. Authenticity is more empowering than pinstripes. This year we’ll go back to work with New Year resolutions that equate success not with cash but freedom.
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