Marcel Proust lolol

 

At an elegant Third Republic soiree the omniscient narrator encounters the aging "invert" Baron de Charlus, fresh off a two-bath rendezvous with Jupien-the-tailor ("Carol-the-waitress, Simon-the-fag"):

I had plenty of time...to admire the deliberate, artful simplicity of his evening coat which, by the merest trifles which only a tailor's eye could have picked out...