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BESPOKE COUNTRY SUITS
DAVIES & SON
At a party in Chelsea, a young man – dressed in a style which my innate courtesy obliges me to term ‘informal’ – approached me without introduction. I have yet to accustom myself to this aspect of modern manners, but I will readily confess that, thus far, it has produced no unpleasantness within the bounds of my limited social intercourse. Indeed, as on this occasion, the ensuing conversations have been generally enjoyable. My new acquaintance seemed a most affable fellow, but he suddenly put to me a question which shook my normally robust composure. Looking my suit up and down, he asked, “Which designer do you use?” I blinked. “Designer?” I stuttered. “Good heavens. I do not use a designer. I go to Savile Row.” I must tell you, gentle reader, that I was, indeed, wearing a suit from that important street – made by one of the world’s great tailoring firms, Davies & Son.
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BESPOKE COUNTRY SHOES
G. J. CLEVERLEY & CO. LTD.
I have the most elegant country shoes ever made. That is a bold claim. Still, I am going to make it. As a city boy, I am only too well aware that Elegance and The Countryside are not always happy bedfellows – indeed, they can sometimes appear the worst of enemies. But even for those of us who regard a healthy adventure away from town as nothing more strenuous than a couple of hours with Country Life in the morning room of a friend’s hunting box, there is a need for footwear which is at home in the shires. Yet it must be exquisite, for the lowering of standards with regard to shoes is the first step on the road to sartorial perdition. I have little need of stout boots, for I have no intention of encountering a ploughed field. But I do require – as every gentleman surely must – shoes which will look right with a tweed suit from Savile Row. Hence my visit to the Royal Arcade, wherein are to be found the finest shoemakers in the world. I refer, of course, to George Cleverley & Company.
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THE TEN COMMANDMENTS
Unless we subscribe to the heresy of Antinomianism, we know that we all need a few rules by which to lead our lives. Human beings are not made for chaos, but for order – of the proper sort. We do not want to be suppressed, yet we know instinctively that anarchy would probably be the worst suppression of all. Moses came down from the mountain with the tablets on which were written The Ten Commandments. In my own, rather more modest, fashion I wish to respond to those correspondents who have asked for some guidance about the proper way in which a gentleman can maintain a decent appearance in a world which can be depressingly indifferent to standards of the sartorial sort. I therefore humbly offer to readers my own version of The Ten Commandments. Most of the Commandments are to do with matters of dress, although a couple relate to aspects of behaviour. One of my heroes - the French writer, Anglophile and conservative, Maurice Druon (1918-2009) - was once denounced as "starched, outdated, reactionary, egotistical, haughty and sinister". If these Commandments prompt as noble a tribute from my many detractors, I shall know that my efforts have not been in vain.
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