He learned to cut from a book, a borrowed machine, and four years of taking apart secondhand jackets to see how they had been put together. There is no school on the résumé because there is no résumé.
The clothes are unmistakable — long, narrow, slightly off-balance, built around a shoulder that sits a half-inch further back than it should. On the hanger they look wrong. On a body they do not.
The waiting list is two collections deep and he has declined to expand production, which is either discipline or stubbornness depending on who is describing it.
