He was the perfect action man in that tuxedo, such a Mr Bond, license to thrill.
The tuxedo brought something out of him, a self-respecting pride and confidence that had been wishing to surface for so long.
I wish every man could see themselves in a tuxedo, if only for a moment. Seeing is believing, and in those threads they can imagine themselves with a fuller and brighter potential.
When we look good we feel great; that's what the tuxedo did for him. It brought out a smile that shone the way it did when he was a little kid. For him, those clothes were about gaining a positive self-image, of learning to love himself.
To the cruel man a tuxedo is a tank. It is his weapon and his camouflage. Who can question the business man in the penguin-suit black and whites? For he wears it to flaunt this wealth and power, his status over all.