Gay Talese, the American godfather of contemporary literary journalism, once said “Putting on a beautifully designed suit elevates my spirit, extols my sense of self, and helps define me as a man to whom details matter.” Talese would wake each morning on the third floor of his New York apartment and make his way to the fourth floor where he kept his clothes. There he would diligently choose a custom-made suit for the morning – one of many he had tailored over the years – and dress as if he were going to his Wall Street office, only he was going to his writing ‘bunker’ five floors down.