Sartorial
PRATT & PRASAD Gustav Temple bespeaks a two-piece suit from bespoke tailors Pratt & Prasad, and finds that having a suit made reveals a lot more about the man underneath it than his sartorial preferences
“The conversation during the measuring is a distraction from the awkwardness of a man placing his tape measure across one’s most private areas, namely the embonpoint. Further distraction comes when Haddon seems to have become a chiropractor, repeatedly prodding me in the lower back. Is this some modern variation on rock of eye?”
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s I meander along the fully gentrified upper regions of St John’s Hill, Clapham, it occurs to me that seeing a tailor is like a mixture of entering a clothing emporium and visiting a doctor. When I relay this to Haddon Pratt, the tailor I am visiting, he concurs, adding that the tailor is not going to cure your ailments, only disguise them.
Haddon Pratt, Founder and Head Cutter of Pratt & Prasad, welcomes me at the door of his two-floor apartment on Huguenot Terrace, a grand Georgian building gracing the main thoroughfare north from Clapham Junction. Is it odd going to someone’s home for a tailoring appointment? Not when their home has been turned into a sartorial showroom and fitting room, with tailor’s dummies,
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