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My Father’s Closet by John Seabrook

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February 8, 2014 by Ville Raivio

March 16, 1998, was greeted in The New Yorker’s pages with an article from John Seabrook. He wrote about his father’s large-as-life wardrobe filled with orders from Blades or H. Huntsman on Savile Row, Bernard Weatherhill in New York and A-Man Hing Cheong in Hong Kong, as well as Sulka, Lesserson, Turnbull&Asser for shirts — all in a motorised contraption the like of those only dry-cleaners and sworn dandies own. A button was pushed to see a lifetime of jackets, suits, coats, drape, white tie, black tie, odd vests, Loden, glen plaids and raccoon traverse the walk-in closet in a buzz of beautiful clothing. As a grand finale: the father was seen on leisure in pyjamas or just plain ol’ naked. This, dear reader, was a life well lived.

http://archives.newyorker.com/?i=1998-03-16#folio=064

 


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"If John Bull turns around to look at you, you are not well dressed; but either too stiff, too tight, or too fashionable".
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