Saville Row?

The last week has been quite a flurry of catching up for me. The strange thing is, its catching up with all the same people.-_-'. Had dinner with Sock and a few friends a few days ago; one of the rare occasions when she's back in Singapore so I couldn't really find it in me not to go, and just yesterday, Sam asked the guys out for some chilling at Balaclava, a place that Brauns once snidely remarked that I will be spending a lot of my time there in future(i don't think so lo).

And then we still have a BBQ thingy planned for tomorrow at Sock's place. It seems 2006 looks like a somewhat good year for the class of 97s8 to get together, or what remains of it. We didn't meet up as much in 2005, 2004, or any other year. Strange thing is, we only seem to want to meet each other and hang out only near the end of the year. I would very much have preferred it if we could have spread out our meetings more consistently throughout the year.

Anyway, today was the first time i went to a tailor. A friend of mine, due to start work as an intern next week at a big foreign bank told me it would be a good idea to shop for workwear together, and he has got a contact of a very reliable and outstanding tailor, of whose services, he is planning on making use of. Now, my impression of tailor-made clothing is quite skewed. I've always thought that people who custom clothes are people with extreme dimensions, or people with weird tendencies or really irrational dress sense, not your everyday salaryman looking for a decent shirt for work. I guess I have a new opinion now.

Anywyay, you can say today is my first introduction to haute couture in its simpliest form. There is the quintessential tailor, with his tradmark measuring tape around the collar,spectacles on his nose bridge, rolled up shirt sleeves and well-spoken English with an accent that i find it hard to place. And catalogues and catalogues filled with all sorts of different materials. As a matter of fact, I was momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer choices of cloth available at our disposal. Anyway, the tailor, whose name was Daniel, was quite a character. There was this young lady who was giving him instructions on how exactly she wants her outfit; the shape of the button-holes, how the pocket's gonna be, etc. Daniel took everything in silently and then said in a stoic voice, " Girl, I know nothing, only fashion".

Well, I didn't know what that was supposed to mean but I thought it was something incredibly corny to say. Though i guess its always reassuring to have someone who knows what he's doing. Anyway, both of us found it prudent to start with 2 pieces each, just so we can find out if he really is suitable for us, and considering one shirt costs us about the same as what we would expect to pay at G2000, I think its not that bad a deal. Now what remains to be seen is the end-product, whether our dear Daniel(not the cat) can really walk the walk as well as he can talk the talk.