Why do you think you find yourself drawn to classic menswear?
When I was 8, I was sent to a British boarding school. Although my father would go on to earn a doctorate later in life, no one in my family had then been to university, and definitely not to a private school. The atmosphere in the dormitory with our housemaster was like something in a film by David Lean, all dust and pipes and wood and leather and ancient, crumbling chapels where children froze in song. I wore a tie and jacket and trousers everyday. When anybody other than another student entered the classroom, we stood. And when they left, we stood. I still do it now out of habit, and anyone under the age of 90 looks at me strangely. There was literally an outfit for every activity, from cricket to Judo. I still have my tie with the school motto, Die Gratia Sum Quod Sum, which loosely translates as, By the Grace of God, I am What I am.
There are other influences too. When I was a boy I had a paper route ('paper round' the British say) and some of my clients inhabited a concrete housing block known as Godwin Court. The residents were all elderly men. There were no women on the premises that I remember. Some of these gents read the Telegraph, others read the Guardian, but most read the Times. They were all awake by 0600 and would open the door before I could shred their newspaper by forcing it through the letterbox. They wore sweater vests, ties, starched shirts, corduroy trousers, polished Brogue or Oxford shoes, and smelled of pipe tobacco, aftershave, shoe polish, leather, and bacon. They were good friends to me, and I think about these men often. Later I discovered they were all veterans of the RAF and had flown in the Battle of Britain. Lastly, but of equal influence, my dear old father, who never cursed, never raised his voice in anger, and was never without a shirt, trousers, and jacket.