by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. Among the many forms of self-abuse that we iGents need to disabuse ourselves at some point in our sartorial Ausbildung is the idea that because anything is theoretical...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. Long ago, when your correspondent was only beginning his sartorial journey, a well-informed Paris resident offered him these wise words: “The most beautiful shoes of th...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. The struggle for sartorial revolution creates strange alliances. It’s rare to find another style writer with whom I would link arms and, in the words of an Internet sa...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. The late fashion snapper Bill Cunningham left nothing if not good will with his passing. Long before his death, the originator of street style photography was already a...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. I’m looking at it now, half stuffed in a box, overflowing in its ample bulk, what seem like acres of lush, lush pile (pile like a pile carpet), ridiculously thick, rid...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. Is the icon of today just the hidebound old crank of tomorrow? This thought brought to you by the intersection of various impressions that raised that question to me.
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. I was astonished to learn recently that a new international custom shoemaking competition, and even more astonished that 30 entries placed. I hadn’t counted on 30 dec...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. I knew the art of travel was dead. We all know those hopelessly aspirational social media posts from clickbaiters with that tag, showing pictures of matching hardsided...