The Moose is responsible for this. Oh, and eris. Funny, I craved for a pair or two, but they're getting worn less often, in favour of dirty bucks, loafers and desert or chukka boots. Still good with a suit, though, and that's perhaps where Ivy softness grows a little harder.
If I ever go out to slay my enemies, climb Everest, or take on the All Blacks in a rugby match single-handed, it will be in a three-piece navy sack suit and black longwings.
They radiate a positively creepy amount of power.
They do, they do. Moose is absolutely right on this one. In fact, much expensive kit bestows confidence upon the wearer, particularly in a dull little town like mine where trackie bottoms tucked into your socks are still seen as being the height of cool by kids who probably still take Ali G seriously (not unlike one T. Benn). My two pairs, when getting an airing, are sometimes nodded and winked at by the one or two scary ex-football hooligans who frequent these parts. "American", they say, and I smile and agree.
Wearing a pair of black Florsheim Imperial longwings this very day - coupled with a khaki mac and and newly short collegeboy this has indeed imbued me with both Strength and Power - people are calling me sir and getting out of my way.