In that moment, as the studio lights cascaded across Andrew Chang’s shoulders like a golden sunrise over the Seine, the light gray cotton button-down shirt draped with an impossibly effortless grace — collar open just so, each button a quiet declaration of refined ease. He spoke of Macron’s calculated wager with the steady warmth of…
An olive green polo shirt over a white cotton tee — the kind of quiet layering that says you might step outside after the broadcast, even if outside is just a Toronto sidewalk. Up here, we’d call that optimistic. Still, there’s something honest about cotton on cotton, no pretense, just a man doing his job…