A while back, I acquired a truly beautiful navy blazer through a trade, and it quickly become a staple and a favorite. Originally found by good friend Zach, it was hand made in New York of very fine cashmere for a man who just so happened to be built exactly like me, with perhaps slightly longer arms. Mere weeks later, the above jacket surfaced. It's the same coat, down to every detail, only this time rendered in a large scale glen check with blue accents, also cashmere. The fit you see here is "as is".Incredible.Once again, found by Zach and acquired through trade.
Ticket pocket and two button cuffs, with side vents...
with not black, but smoke blue buttons to bring out the blue accents in the check. This thing is for real.
Once again, by Virgil Carducci of Fifth Avenue. The name remains a mystery.
So,I guess when such a thing happens, one can only assume that some fellow has died and his things are now being cast away by family members. It's very likely. I can fully understand why many people would find this to be a bit creepy, I get it. But I choose to believe that the kind of man who commissions such garments to be made would be happier to see them in use than be quarantined simply because the original purchaser has passed on. What good can come of that, really? Whoever he was, both he and Virgil put a lot of soul into these jackets, and I'm happy to keep them alive. There really is no need to be morbid about it, is there?
Frankly, I'll be thrilled if his suits start turning up soon.I bet (hope) they have forward pleats.
p.s. Spring goods trickling in to the Shop. Silk jackets have begun to post today.