The suits. It must always start with the suits.
Impeccably tailored and always matched to the perfect shirt-tie-pocket square combination, the suits have more than made the man. They have defined him.
Jay Wright is what he wears: handsome and never mussed, his life a finely woven piece of fabric stitched into an effortless existence. His is a coaching career gifted on a silver spoon, the one-time young, hot coach of the moment, whose Italian leather loafers have waltzed along, following the trajectory up, up and up to yet another Final Four berth for Villanova.