For years, especially when I worked in an office, I craved a uniform. And especially when I was at Lucky and really sweating what I’d wear each day. I’d always envy the GQ guys with whom we shared an elevator bank, because they all mostly wore suits every day—the only decisions to make were which shirt and tie. I longed for simplicity of this sort, but …
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