Uncle John has a burgundy, velvet tuxedo jacket. For decades, he’s worn it to every black tie event, and Aunt Ar makes sure there are plenty.
Atop a sea of black and white convention, the tall, dark man moves quietly in his curious, velvet burgundy.
Well-heeled and headstrong, he ever insists, as long as the jacket fits – it fits.
Unswayed by the loud public statement his offbeat fashion statement makes for such a guarded, taciturn, conventional man.