Noble Chaser and the Mayor

While shoes have been known to reveal the man or at least his journey, I am a firm believer that his overall style, what he wears from head to toe is a better indicator of how he maneuvers through life in its entirety.  As a tailor I have dressed both gangstas and politicians (often their similarities were closer than just their taste in fabrics) – I have dressed men of revolution and men of God and while their threads were the same, their characters were as alike as high noon in the Sahara and polar night in Alaska.  
My mornings typically begin the same depending on which time zone I awake in.  I spend the majority of my time calling New York, London, Tokyo, and Lagos home.  For the next 15 daysI’ll be in New York, so my routine typically begins going for a morning stroll, dodging pigeon droppings from above, and remnants of dog feces that the owners either chose to overlook, or are just too lazy to pick up.  From there I stop by my favorite coffee house for an oolong tea, Americans still haven’t mastered the art of great coffee, so I happily drink my tea and peruse The NY Times for a few minutes.  As I head back to my shop I do my usual people watching, nothing beats watching New York’s women, all of whom seem to be vying for a lead in Sex In The City.  Some say it’s an attitude, I can’t help believing it’s just something in the New York water. I still get a kick out of the city being an extension of the Broadway stage. 
It is now 10am as I look at my watch and move away from the French windows overlookingCentral Park.  Time for my first appointment,You’ll have to excuse me as I answer the door.

– “Good day, Noble.”

–  “Good day Mayor Sacks, I haven’t seen you in some time?”

– “Well, I’ve been extremely busy dealing with constituents, but with the new mayoral elections coming up it was time I came and had a visit with Jesus Christ himself.”

-“Excuse me Mr. Sacks?”

– “It’s just a joke,” he says as he chuckles, but then continues “well, while I’m joking, let’s just say Jesus turned stone to bread and you’ve turned some seedy characters into respectable looking gentlemen.”  Mayor Sacks looks at his watch before continuing”Well, I have to start preparing for the new campaign and we all know the better you look in this town, the better chances you’ll have to get elected.  I remember when I first stepped into the political arena my mentor told me if you can’t baffle them with brilliance, befuddle them with bullshit… a $5,000 dollar suit will befuddle without having to say any words.”

Mayor Sacks sat down while I reached for my measuring tape and poured from the bottle of cognac that was always available for the clients regardless of the time of day.  

– “Hey, for the first suit let’s do navy blue and pinstripes.  My campaign this season will focus on business and getting the economy right.  Nothing beats a pinstripe suit when talking numbers. Truth be told after the few recent articles printed in the media about some of my appointees taking money from the school districts, I really need to look like that was a minor business mishap, the pinstripe suit will do the job, the voters will eat it up… they always do.”

As I often do with Mr. Sacks, I nodded, told him to lift up his arms (while arresting him up in my head) and smiled

– “We’ll make sure to have the armholes wider so you’ll have more flexibility, you’ll need it when you raise your arms in victory (or when the police come knocking at your door).”

Whispering the end of the sentence under my breath.-

-“Did you say something Chaser?”

– Not at all, Mayor.  Let’s finish the killer suit.”

Written By: X

Illustrated By: Joseph Tate

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