Tailor

My clothes (many but not all) are tailored by a master tailor. There are appx. 30 of these treasures in the entire continent of US of A. Yup. His clients (still) include Robert Redford, Robert Di Nero, Al Pacino, and Mr. Gambino. Pure old school. His name is Larry (the tailor). He's been a master tailor since the age of 20. Certified in Sicily, Italy. It's prominently displayed set in a frame in his small space. He had to take Liz Taylor out to dinners while Richard Burton had other "engagements." A sneaky wolf that Burton. Respect to my nigga on that :). Larry is 80 now. When I go to pick up my kitties, we have wine after and he plays the harmonica for me. I listen and laugh. La dolce vita.

He wants to make a suit for me. But he never pushes me. His suits are $7,000 a pop. Entirely impeccable. I see it on the mannequin. It's like a Northern Light. Dispicablly mesmerizing. I ask him if it's new and he tells me that it's 20 yrs. old and that he is altering it because the client lost weight. I say, "no way, that looks new!" He says nothing. I respect his silence. Great composers have been known to use silence in their compositions as a device of meditation. Never busy bee; always, Butterfly. Meditation.

Some of the cuts and fabrics (Emporio Armani) I bring to him confuses him. I have to edit for him. Yeah, the crazy kids. I tell him it's OK and simply that I am Oriental.

He's surprised that I don't wear a microscope when I come to visit him. I listen and instruct him precociously-- but with respect. I pay cash (Benjis). He accepts paper. Old school. Just a smile and a handshake. No reciepts. Never Declasse. Rive Gauche. Done.

A gentleman should always have a dedicated lawyer, a banker, an accountant, a chef, a realtor, a tailor, a doctor, a driver (airborne and ground), and museS.