essay by one Rachel Cooke is an enlightened, modern paean to the principled reality of a well-dressed man. No, she is not praising that tepid imitation known as the "metrosexual" but something considerably more substantial and original. Simply put, it is a man who dresses well because he wishes to appear in a way that reflects favorably upon him, his friends and family.
Well, if I do have one quibble, it is that the fellow in her story wears Prada shoes. Now the Italians certainly make fine benchgrade shoes, especially the lesser known makers prized by shoe aficionados such as Santoni, Lattanzi, StefanoBi, Mantellassi or Gravati.
However, her fellow is presumably an Englishman. Edward Green, George Cleverley, John Lobb St. James, John Lobb Paris or any number of fine ready-to-wear English shoes (Crockett & Jones, Grenson, Tricker's). Perhaps that is a development reserved for another chapter in her story.