Monday, December 22, 2008


I tapped Tom on the shoulder while waiting for a spot at the counter at Gaulart & Maliclet (better known as Fast and French) on Broad Street. The conversation went something like this:

LM: I think we're both wearing Prince of Wales Plaid.

Tom: Yes, I do believe we are.

LM: I hate to be so forward, but I know I've seen you somewhere before.

Tom: Really?

LM: Are you by chance a member of the Caledonian in London?

Tom: No, the Athenaeum.

LM: I see. Do happen to vacation in the south of France?

Tom: Occasionally, but my wife and I usually stay with friends in La Perche.

LM: Last question, I promise. You're not by chance an endocrinologist?

Tom: Attorney.

Two seconds later, he was called to the back of the restaurant—most certainly very relieved to have escaped my prying. For the next few days, I racked my brain trying to figure out where I'd seen him. Then, one night, while drinking a bourbon and browsing through an old Ben Silver catalogue, I saw Tom looking dapper in a cashmere and wool windowpane suit. Case solved. Agatha Christie would be proud.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Jonathan...Fulton Lane, Charleston

Jonathan's suit comes from Ralph Lauren, Place de la Madeleine, Paris where he once found himself freezing the day before a party. Having only brought tropical, he popped in and picked out this suit.

Additional attire:

Tie: Hermes
Dress Shirt: Charvet
Loafers: Belgian Shoes

Jonathan told me the most interesting story about Belgian Shoes. After retiring as President of Henri Bendel (a specialty store founded by his uncle in 1909), Mr. Henri Bendel purchased two 300-year-old shoe manufacturing companies in Belgium in 1956. He then began producing a casual classic loafer that became a staple of New York fashion. The only store is at 60 East 56th Street in Manhatten. Jonathan once waited three years for a pair of loden green suede loafers.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008


This morning, I spied my attorney, Leighton, hurrying across the First Citizens Plaza. I almost didn't speak because I owe him lots of money. But the gentleman in me couldn't resist saying hello and telling him how much I admired his spiffy suit. He told me it was from Tom James - Made to Measure. With further pressing, he said the fabric came from Holland & Sherry (Savile Row). How those last two words make me homesick.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Beyza...Rosewood Drive

Motoring past the bus stop today, I spied this adorable young woman in orange low tops. I thought I might be in Paris or Milan. Alas, I was on Rosewood, which did permit me at least one advantage: I was able to execute a u-turn, secure parking, and dash over to meet her before she could be abducted by public transport. She told me her name is Beyza and that she is from Turkey. My attempts to inquire further were squelched when the city bus arrived and whisked her away. Quel dommage....