Fair enough. I like them quite a bit.
Romanticizing a little here:
As a young boy, I was always fascinated by the suit. It was as if putting on my father's coat was like slipping on armor -- where I could, in a matter of seconds, grow up to be like him, ready to do battle. I imagined the suit to be the garment that would allow me, all at once, to take on the responsibilities that come with age. Which boy doesn't want to take on responsibilities? To be able to decide where to go for a picnic or what time he should turn in?
There's also a certain je ne sai quoi when one shrugs on a coat. An ineffable feeling that makes one feel as if one's metamorphosis is complete -- Like Clark Kent who turns into Superman when he dons his cape, and Bruce Wayne to The Batman when he slips on his cowl. Yes, the suit is like that.
The suit, unlike seasonal garments that grow passe in accordance to the whims of fashion or transitory trends, has endured a century of seasonal cycles. Seeing a length of flaccid cloth get turned into an artifact that is three-dimensional and that holds its shape is breath-taking. How the suit is made up fascinates me. It intrigues me. It is after all, technically speaking, no small feat to turn that cloth into a garment which hugs one's curves with nary a crease.
That's why as a young boy, I was always fascinated by the suit.