Terrific excerpt from legendary tailor Martin Greenfield’s new memoir,
I had a job to do. If I was to build a wardrobe fit for a president, I needed to know what I was working with. So I did the only thing that seemed logical: I walked to Mr. Clinton’s closet and opened the door. I couldn’t believe my eyes. A couple of short leather jackets, more jogging suits than any man needs to own, and a ratty old overcoat so ugly I was tempted to throw it away on the spot. “These are really the president’s clothes?” I exclaimed incredulously to the dresser.
via The Daily Beast.
Joel Manahan 