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Don’t worry, I’m not writing about the fashion industry – or the modeling business – or even Fashion Week in New York 2012. I will limit my comments to a single person: Duncan Quinn, a former corporate lawyer, who has owned a boutique in Manhattan since 2003. Mr. Quinn charges $30,000 for a custom-made suit of his design and, as interviewed by Patrick Cole for Bloomerg News (2/14/12) claims to have customers. If ever there was a grand and powerful Oz, it’s Duncan Quinn. Pay no attention to the man behind the dressing room curtain.

What makes a suit worth $30,000? “It’s made of a fabric called Guanashina,” says the designer, “It’s . . . main components are kid pashmina . . . a caliber of baby cashmere only obtained from the brushing of the soft, under-fleece of 18-month-old goats bred only in Inner Mongolia, and Guanaco, the yarn of choice for the coronation robes of Incan Royalty.” First, Kid Pashmina lost a twelve-round decision to Primo Carnera in 1933. Second, brushing the soft under-fleece of an eighteen-month-old goat will get you eighteen-to life in Inner Mongolia. Finally, he’s confusing Guanaco with Geo. Naco, author of the only surviving Incan comedy, Machu Picchu About Nothing.

Mr. Quinn further justifies the price with a comparison. “The $1 sandwich won’t move your soul the way the $50 truffle burger will.” All we can hope is that it moves your soul to a richer neighborhood.

Regarding his own personal style, Mr. Quinn likes fabrics from Naples, which “I guess reflects a rather more playful approach to life.” It’s true. Look at the way Mount Vesuvius erupted, playfully extinguishing all life in Pompeii or the way the Camora (Neapolitan mafia) will playfully put you in a pizza oven – and turn it on – if you don’t pay. As for watches, “I’m drawn to old Breitlings. They went through a dodgy patch in the 1980s and 1990s, but I think they’re somewhat back on track now.” They didn’t go through a dodgy patch, Breitlings are made in Dogpatch to look like the kind of watch Capt. Bligh used to time the next flogging. Then, there's fragrance. I hate to brag about my own fashion sense, but that's where I’ve got him beat. Duncan Quinn may have been wearing Roger and Gallet’s Eau de Gingembre for fifteen years, but I’ve been wearing Sherwood & Schwartz’s Eau de Gilligan for forty-five.

Still, I’m glad that Mr. Quinn has found his way from the Kansas of Wall Street to the Oz of the fashion world. The clothing options, even in a white shoe law firm, are extremely limited.