Ryan Oakley visits his tailor, Don Fabien Lee, to try on a shirt. Spliced with footage from Allen Gardens.
Music by Bach
At the Tailor from Ryan Oakley on Vimeo.
Mar 31
At the Tailor
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Although Ryan Oakley began his career as a simple rake (drunk) he has since become Toronto’s most renowned flaneur (no car) and notorious dandy (overdresses). A misanthropic composer of psycho-geographical fictions (sci-fi), he is also a server of food, a tender of bar and a washer of dishes. While performing all these functions with efficiency and elegance (disdain and malice), he somehow finds the time to publicly criticize friends, strangers and cultural crap.
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Danielle
March 31, 2009 at 4:50 pm (UTC -5)
this makes me want a bespoke tailored jacket so much.
Nadia Lewis
March 31, 2009 at 9:10 pm (UTC -5)
HAWT.
Ryan Oakley
April 1, 2009 at 12:56 am (UTC -5)
Aside from being measured . . .
This is my favourite part of the process. I love seeing the guts of a suit. I love the little decisions that make it mine, the tiny cut of this or angle of that, which no one else will ever even consider when they look upon it. And I love just seeing and participating in the work that goes into it.
And it should be noted that aside from Don’s talent he can really put a person at ease.
Anyone who knows me knows that I loathe being touched. But look at me laughing when he’s touching my lapels! That’s a measure not only of his skill with scissors but with people.
I can’t be easy to deal with.
And don’t ever try touching me in person. A civilian could get hurt.