Shopping at Gucci on 5th Avenue with my first wife, we probably weren't married yet, maybe not even engaged, so 1994 or 1995, I try on a sharp, blue pinstripe, 3-button, flat front (no pleats) suit which was new or back in vogue at the time. The salesman says, with an effeminate drawl, "oh so good--it's Tom Ford's favorite." I say, "I love it but who the fuck is Tom Ford?"

Jenny rolls her eyes.

It's one of my favorite suits I ever owned.