These days, even the Gypsies that hang out behind the Chevron on North Avenue are wearing Prada loafers and $4,000 custom tailored suits. No kids, it’s not enough just to look good, you’ve got to feel good as well.

Meet Matt. He’s what you might call a modern day Renaissance Man. Wielding a pen as deftly as he wields a spear, he’s the master of many disciplines. Whether he’s in the lab, or the labia, you can rest assured that he’s always on top of his game. On this particular night, Matt threw back a half dozen Whynattes, slipped into his crocodile shoes, and broke bread like it was the Sabbath all around downtown Atlanta.

In a sea of Abercrombie sweater vests, a man wearing a black Whynatte shirt stands out from the crowd.

“Hi, my name is Matt. I race catamarans in my spare time.”

“Hi, my name is Matt. When I’m not saving the Everglades, I like to compose songs on the tuba.”

“Hi, my name is Matt. Sure, I could talk quantum physics all night, but I’m sure you’d rather hear about my underground panda breeding operation.”