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come. The cut is perfect not too tight, not too flowy. The cuff-links are carefully chosen Aigner or Piaget for example to match the Rolex or Omega on the wrist that holds the amber or jade prayer beads. The collar is starched and the pocket is adorned by nothing less than a Mont Blanc. The hem skims the ankle, no longer, no shorter... revealing pedicured feet in sandals, or in case of some, formal oxfords or brogue. And no matter what time of the day or night, the white is always milky (laundry tricks apart, the whiteness involves more than a couple of wardrobe changes through the day.) As a colleague pointed out, look at the SUVs of most Qatari men; it's their car... but it's also their portable wardrobe. Fresh from the drycleaners, several plastic-wrapped thobes hang neatly in the back seat. Though I have not witnessed this, it has been recounted more than once that a quick change in the backseat is quite the norm. Say, at the Four Seasons meeting there was a slight qawha accident, and your next meeting is across the road at BMW, or a rather clumsy colleague decides to give you an orange juice rinse.
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Summer 2011