Saturday, 29 October 2011
I felt like I was in a scene out of a 60's movie as I walked past them with the best of the best displayed in the window, and not all modern day suits, but tweed styled typical English "Mark Darcy" suits as though you were a resident of Pemberly! As I walked past each house I could see, below road level, staircases that led to the tailor's workshop, and through the windows you could see them busy with a new suit or probably measuring up some "ol chap". They were tailors that looked Italian, with a measuring tape around their neck, and quite serious looking men, as though they had strict instructions from Valentino Garavani, and if you've seen him at work, you would see why he's such a perfectionist!
These suits will probably cost you an arm and a leg, and one could only try to understand why.
The vehicles parked outside the shops were Porsche enough, and 4x4's almost lined most of the parking spaces. It's understandable how London is the fashion capital of the world. Down New Bond Street you see people dress with such panache and pizazz, with brand stores Louis Vuitton, Prada lining the streets, and where a price of a handbag would cost you a months salary (and that's in Stirling!).
As much as they say "clothes don't make the man", it sure does makes one fine statement!