Are you looking for a complete set of suit that makes you stand out in your friend's wedding? Or maybe you just wanna be casual, showing both style And comfort on your way to the cinema? Then grats! A. Mina Fine Clothier And Tailors is for you!
My name is Jack Sun. I am a suit-nerd who was desperate to get myself a not-so-bad-looking body cloth, which would cover all of my private parts in a mind-blowing event in Las Vegas. In the midst of confusion and uncertainty (and a little insecurities as well), I stumbled across this tiny little Italian Tailoring Shop.
Make Noo mistake! I am NOT a supermodel who has shiny six packs! I am NOT a fashion designer who would storm through Paris or Florence with any copied ideas. I am even NOT the beauty standard in the ENTIRE North America: I am only a 5'5999 Asian guy who used to have size & esteem issues... and yet, when I first step in A. Mina's exquisite boutique, I knew I made the right choice.
The air is smooth and delicate, which is accompanied by an elegant Italian aroma. As I immerse myself in the gorgeous selections of fine suits, I did not dare to realize that from this moment on, I was in the firm grasp of Don Anthony, the second-generation Godfather of A Mina.
You see, the Italians have a unique taste of fashion. And its not something that can be easily copy n pasted by smashing keyboards, its not mass-producing cheap quality goods from a third world country, and it can NEVER be comprehended by any other people except themselves. Its their passion. Its is their identity. It is deeply rooted in their culture, and manifested in this hidden gem in Downtown Indianapolis.
Anthony (he prefers 'Tony') is the second generation cuz his dad immigrated from Italy decades ago...Along with little chubby Tony, he also brought the invisible but undeniable Italian Spirit: dedication and passion. For any tailoring project, Tony's dad would always understand his clients' tastes and personalities first, and then measure their sizes, which include shoulder width, waist width, arm length, and leg length. (No shoe size cuz they only specialize in suit) Days after days. Nights after nights. Sewing, measuring, resizing, and evaluating. Only the best of the best could do. That was how...Tony learned the art of men's fashion: people first, fit second, design third, and price last. You can say...that he became Don not only because of his father, but also his environment and hardworking as well.
Alright, enough chatters. Its time to share my story with you. As an ultra-suit-nerd, I need to get my hide polished and my cloth sharp to look cocky enough to impress a horde of mega-wealthy-golden-gooses. And Tony...give me EXACTLY what I want.
He showed me a dozens of fine suits, each looks sexy and shiny as if they are crafted by the hands of Hermes and enchanted by the breath of Aphrodite. The deep-sea-blue suit of pure tranquility, kissed by the mermaids And inked by the seahorses, portrays an ever-flowing image of Posidon's Paradise. The scarlet-red suit of everlasting passion, paints a rosey blossom that illuminates even the darkest corner in the galaxy. Although there are numerous other mouth-watering suits, none attracted me more than this one...
That darkness...that authority..that glamour...rendered me completely breathless. It is the...perfect suit.
Yes, I mean the 100% wool, S-150 black* suit.
I was awed, even as a fashion-fanatic, I have never seen such a beautiful suit.
I wanna touch it.. I wanna feel it.. I wanna embrace it...
Bit-by-bit, Tony helped me to put It on my body.
...
TAADAA!
When I looked at the mirror, I couldn't even believe it: I was No longer a desperate nerd, I was No longer a normal guy, I am a Real King of infinite glory who commands legions of warriors that march to the end of horizon. All bows before my might And power. That sensation...transcends eternity.
That...is the true definition of suit: classic yet beautiful.
That is what...I always want.
That is what...You deserve-as a Man.
I bought It immediately, And Tony said It will be ready on Tuesday, February 18.
I came back on that date, and found my suit(the tuxedo And the trousers) neatly packed on the first line of cloth hangers.
''Put It on, And you will sleep with fish tonight.'' said Tony.
''Yes. I will sleep, But not with fish.''
Tony laughed, as a veteran business dealer, he seemed rather contend with my guts.
Again, he helped me to put It on, bit-by-bit.
''Hmm...I will just cut a few inches of your sleeves And your trousers.''
"How much?"
"Zero.''
''This is An offer I cannot refuse.''
''Great. I will see you in 3 days.''
''Why three days?''
''Because that's How we do business in italy.'
''Okay.''
Three days later, he was there with a complete set of my suit. All is fit, neat and ready to hit.
''Sir.'' Tony pat my shoulder with a rare solemn expression in his eyes. ''Now call yourself Jack Corlenon.''
As he said, he bowed And kissed my hand.
Thank you, Tony
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