From the bench.
Short essays from the bench: on fabric, fit, the wedding season, and the traditional garments a community lives its life in.
Wool is porous, which is mostly a virtue and occasionally a problem. On the days the air turns, a suit comes home carrying it. Here is what to do, and the thing not to do.
Men blame the wool. It is almost never the wool. It is the sheet of polyester stitched inside the jacket, and you can check yours in about four seconds.
Lightweight is not the same as cool. The fabric that survives August here is the one with air in it, not the one with the smallest number on the label.
Anyone can run a tape around a chest. What separates a suit that fits from one that nearly does is what happens when you put it on and it is not quite right yet.
English worsted built for a mild boardroom doesn't survive Bathurst in February. Here's what does.
Three decades making them in Thornhill teaches you the one shortcut that never works.
Five groomsmen, zero measurements, and a mother with opinions. A wedding story, and how one tape pulled it all together.
Begin with a conversation.
The first appointment costs nothing. Bring a jacket you love, or one you don't. We'll find out which.