08 November 2011
Life is too short not to go bespoke. It's a directive around which I've ordered much of my adult life, and I think you should, too. The photo (at left) shows a recently delivered pair of bespoke slip-ons from London. I like to think they have a vaguely armoured look, like a dinosaur or armadillo, or the riveted plating of a Tiger I stalking Bolsheviks by moonlight in a Russian forest. Note the 2" cuffs on the dark grey worsted trousers. Most of my suits and shoes are in charcoal and black respectively, you will have noticed, as befits a chap who works in a financial orifice most of the day. I'll leave the peacocking to other men who need the attention.