July 7, 2018
It can take a lot of nerve to walk into a Savile Row shop, especially when you know you’re not going to be buying anything. I’d first found myself mustering this specific courage twenty years ago, as a college student, outfitted in my best secondhand suit and armed with what precious sartorial knowledge I’d been able to glean from the books of Alan Flusser and Bruce Boyer. On that day I’d made my rounds as swiftly and unobtrusively as possible, avoiding what I assumed would be censorious eye contact, purchasing a token pair of Thurston braces on my way out […]
