Great Gatsby Attire Male Novels & Stories

Every time we met, either as Red or as his personal assistant, he was always wearing a tux, dressed to the nines in corporate wear, and mostly in monotone tuxedos. But today, he is wearing a short-sleeved button-down shirt that hangs on him with deliberate oversized ease. The shirt itself has different colors, it's like an art canvas but the base color is black, with some extra interesting colors that I didn't think would look good if they were thrown together. His pants? His pants are my favorite part of this fit, he is wearing gray sweatpants— I know you know what they say about a man in grey sweatpants. They hang loose and free, pooling softly at the ankles brushing against his shiny whit

Gideon bond-links me. “Yes, we just fished.” There’s a knock on the door as soon as I respond. “Come in.” Celeste is putting on her shoes as well. Father must have also linked with her. Dad and Gideon walk in wearing tuxedos. I have to say this is the first time I actually get to see Gideon properly dressed up. Shirt buttoned all the way up, and his sleeves are not rolled up, wearing his tie and jacket. He looks so handsome and utterly uncomfortable at the same time. To be honest, the jacket looks like if he flexes wrong, the seams will burst. The look on his face says he feels like he’s being strangled. His movements look stiff, like there’s a poll up his back

Who knows, he might not even be impressive after all. Not long, I found him standing few steps away from the entrance, dressed in black like the rest of the family. He was wearing a neat fitted tuxedo. Seeing him from up close made me realize how gorgeous he was. The papers, magazines and TV shows did little in portraying his good looks. Now that I think of it, he looked the exact younger version of Chairman Grey. Mehn...how am I supposed to resist this temptation of a man when I finally move in with Scarlett?

She gave the other man a quick once-over instead of fidgeting and biting her lip for fear of making Salvetti look weak. He was dressed in a classic white suit, red vest and red dress shoes. A scarlet poppy adorned his lapel, and his tie was black to match his gloves. His big grin revealed a set of pearly whites that shocked her. She had thought, for some reason, that he had bad teeth or maybe some Grillz. His hair was slicked back so his bright Champaign eyes could shine through.

The after-party was a cacophony of clinking glasses, forced laughter, and the thumping bass of a DJ trying too hard. Julian, as promised, had dressed Liam. Not in a vulgar, ostentatious way, but with an understated elegance that whispered of wealth and good taste. A silk shirt, the color of claret wine, clung to Liam's frame, its V-neck dipping just low enough to hint at the hollow of his throat. Dark trousers, impeccably tailored, completed the ensemble. He felt like a prized possession, on display and impeccably curated.

Right. I rub my hands one final time and stick my chin in the air, straightening my posture and finding my place, like I belong. Mr. Marshall walks up to the microphone. “Good evening, everyone,” he says, capturing the attention of everyone. He's dressed in a classic gray two-piece suit with a well-fitted jacket and trousers. He pairs it with a crisp white shirt and a black tie, complemented by brown dress shoes. I haven't seen Mr. Knight or Tantrums yet. Not that I'm looking.

It’s an impulse. “My darling,” I hear, and turn to see Godfrey walk in and speed right over to his mate. I raise my eyebrow at his ridiculous outfit, but quickly fix my face. His mate lights up and dashes around the bar so quickly to join him I nearly wonder if I hallucinated how fast she moved. Godfrey has on a white shirt that I’ve only seen in my history books from hundreds of years ago and it's lined in gold. He’s got some kind of expensive looking golf scarf knotted around his throat and black dress pants … lined in gold.

“Sir.” Just like Jane, this man wears a masculine version of her uniform. Instead of a gold neck handkerchief, short skirt, and black heeled shoes- he wears a gold tie, black long pants, and black leather shoes. He’s also nicely built and seems to be around his late 20s.

"And did you know what you were doing, I wonder?" He sucked on his teeth. "Guess we'll see." "That's a comfort." "I think the words you're searching for are 'thank you.' Sadly, he was the type of man who should have been in a Ralph Lauren catalog. The only thing he lacked was a horse and the Hamptons as his setting. He wore a chunky gold watch, skinny green chinos, and beige sneakers. His man bun was loosely fastened, the silky strands of pale and dark blond hair inviting to be smoothed back.