He was apprenticed to a tailor, learned to cut a gentleman’s suit, learned to sew it and with his stitching to effect the gentle roll and fall of his collar. He learned to shape the latest fashions, though these he’d not been trained to cut.
He cut and styled and sewed dress shirts, plus-fours and best tweed shooting jackets. He indulged his whim for safari gear… one must keep up with the times.
But those times change. Few are the gentlemen now who come to him, unknown in this foreign land. He has his life, he has his wife… and his living earned by turning up legs, replacing buttons and zips.
I pass this colourful display of zips on my way to the shops. And walking around town with my camera, I couldn’t resist. The tailor generously allowed me to take the photo. I didn’t question him about his life. Whether the above is true for him or not, it is for many others.