Short essays on cloth, fit, and the very specific problem of dressing for a New England October.
Every spring we sit at the back bench and argue about how many garments a working woman actually buys in a season. The honest answer, year after year, is somewhere between eleven and fifteen. So we round to fourteen and stop pretending otherwise.
By Jeffrey Dixon
Camel is not a color. It is a fight between yellow undertones, grey undertones, and the specific quality of November light in Norfolk County. Here is how we test it on the bolt before we buy.
By Jeffrey Dixon
Our resident tailor on the difference between a hem that hangs and one that swings — and why the answer almost always has to do with the seam allowance two inches above the floor.
By Anna Voss
Notes from twelve made-to-measure clients we measured in 2020, on what they would change five years later. Most would change nothing. Two would have gone half a size up.
By Jeffrey Dixon
An argument, partly with ourselves, for choosing one excellent black trouser instead of three middling ones — and a quick guide to the rise that suits your specific torso.
By Jeffrey Dixon
Sixty miles north of Foxboro, a fourth-generation woolen mill is still spinning the heavyweight melton we use for our field jackets. A short visit, with photographs.
By Jeffrey Dixon