My late nephew got A LOT of business when he started dressing the part. When he died, he lived on the 23rd floor in a high rise behind Phipps Plaza and drove a Jaguar F-Type. I gave him 2 pieces of advice, which he followed. Look like you belong, but don't overdo it. Those who belong, don't feel the need to go overboard on the swag. Also, fuck being an artist, artists get slices of bread, writing is where the loaves are.