That was pretty bizarre too. Especially the bit about only Italian tailors being able to make a barchetta pocket, and that if an Indian tailor tried it, it wouldn't look right because "it's not their DNA." OMG!
Making a pocket is not something that is in the DNA of anyone - Italian or otherwise. I think it is a way of saying that Manton would find that the pocket looked "wrong" - but only after he learns that it was made by an Indian tailor.
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Italian tailors can't make a two button jacket? Without it looking wrong? What a stupid thing to say.
The Italian way of drafting and making a button-two coat is not in any way specifically different to that of any other method from any other country.
The trouble is that when you walk into some of these fora with their self anointed iCognescenti it is like stumbling on an obscure tea appreciation forum in which some "expert" is trying to tell you that you have to source your organic tea from a specific hill in Sri Lanka and to make sure you only drink it with milk from cows that bask in the dulcet sounds of Mozart as they are being milked - because they claim they can taste the difference. They are so precious, it's almost funny.
God I would hate to be their tailor.
Oh you again! Cheers. BTW was it you who signed up from the same location, ISP and virtually identical IP address with that user name Fuck-You-Sator (with the last log in under the name of Noble Savage occurring a few seconds before the other user account being created) after you got muzzled for posting one too many period costume thread about Tsarist court dress and frock coats? Pity wasn't it that the bot attack on the forum didn't get very far and got shut down within seconds.
We'll see if the guys here are any more welcoming of your endless threads about f***k coats and (s)trollers. You never did answer my question about whether you actually wear that stuff. Or do you prefer to dress in Napoleonic Imperial attire?
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Napoli Tailoring:
This is the trailer of the documentary on Neapolitan tailoring tradition . It's been published on the Huffington Post art, Esquire mag on line, Selectism.com, Men's Reverie and some 60 other blogs around the world.It's 1 hour and 7 min long.
So what, Mr physician? have you ever seen a negative review on this kind of guide?
Seriously, I'd be interested to discover if he offers the same quality level of my shirmaker, at a fraction of the price.. It would justify the trips to Rome and maybe the ridiculous initial minimum order. But neither your enthusiasm nor some (likely payed) reviews are yet sufficient to prove it I'm afraid.
Cheers, laters.
You know what they say, if you have to think about price, you can't afford it.
No worries, Walmart sells a perfectly functional shirt to suit your needs.
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