He arrived in a cloud of sartorial correctness that was twisted to appear heavily casual. A polka dot pocket square peaked out of his Spring 2008 grey Swedish-made blazer. It was paired nicely with a pair of skinny jeans and pink cotton shirt. I balanced myself on the moss green velvet sofa, feeling slightly stuffy in my Savillian threads (fun pinestripe on navy blue – super 100).
Our demeanor was laid back and chill, as we listened to the man who wrote the Book. The Book that started us off on our journey.
He spoke little of the sartorial(ism) as it was not his passion after all. He was a man of many hats and more trades.
We measured him up in the screening room whilst the multiple cameras twisted their heads to gawk.