As I was into art, literature and 1960s music, I took a certain pride in my “shabby intellectual” style, having longish hair and wearing distressed boots, old military jackets or peacoats. I only started to put some more thought into style at college. I’d always admired the effortless elegance of some French, Italian or British guys who can look great while simultaneously looking as if they don’t give a damn about it — which in my opinion, is the secret of a good personal style.