During my last trip to my tailor, I met Gregory Allen.
He has his flagship store in the same building as my tailor and has apprenticed beneath him. He makes shirts and bowties and has received all sorts of positive coverage in magazines that I’ve heard of but don’t read.
The only magazine I read is New Scientist, which I subscribe to. Even the Men’s Fashion Something mags that I got for free at some party still sit, poking out from beneath my couch, unread. Men’s Fashion? I never would have even taken those if it didn’t come in the bag that contained the cologne I’ll never wear and the moisturiser that gave me a pimple.
But anyway . . .
Gregory Allen was nice enough to give me the bowtie you see in the picture above. He also gave me a pack of gum. He said my suit was fresh but apparently thought my breath was not. After some confusion, which had me wearing the gum and chewing the bowtie, I finally came to my senses and figured out where everything went.
I like the bowtie. The gum is pretty good too.
1 comment
Nadia Lewis
November 2, 2009 at 12:25 am (UTC -5)
Aw! That’s fucking adorable!