
I absolutely agree that being able to choose what your clothes will look like is one of the joys of bespoke. I enjoy and cherish the variability that we see in bespoke, much unlike the dull uniformity of RTW clothing. But when I look at a bespoke gallery, many garments intrigue me, some make me smile, some make me very sad, and there are always a few I sincerely admire. Bespoke has its hell, purgatory and paradise - one could write a good pastiche to the "Divina Commedia" on its vices, corruptions and virtues.
I find the most difficult thing, especially as a beginner in the bespoke arts, is to understand that elegance is not achieved by adding things (extra pockets, slanted flaps, contrast buttonholes, extra wide lapels) for the sake of individuality, but rather by resisting their fleeting power of seduction. There is a huge temptation, mostly out of enthusiasm and not lack of taste, to "try" things, to be a "designer", the demiurge of your own wardrobe. Most of these experiments tend to become permanent residents of the closet, hardly ever seeing the light of day. Having fun with clothes is great, but if one can be spared a few disappointments, it's even better. It's so easy to get carried away and then be disenchanted that bespoke doesn't seem to look as good on you as it does on others. Bespoke is not cheap and faiures tend to be costly, adding to the frustration. This doesn't mean it needs to be treated like a capital matter or a race for perfection (dreadful notion with respect to clothing) - just not get carried away with "glittering beauty".
I should make it clear that I don't think a ticket pocket will throw an otherwise elegant business suit to the bottom of bespoke hell. It is just the tendency to add things that I think should be resisted in general, if one is at all concerned with elegance. This is mostly meant for future readers that might be attracted by the "first bespoke suit" title, rather than for YoungLawyer who seems to know pretty well what he wants and already made a set of excellent choices (except the bloody ticket pocket!
