Dear reader, I write to you from Paris, where I am deeply immersed in the upper echelon of sartorial kung fu. My fiancée and I have just attended our fittings for our matching Cifonelli white-silk suits, which are to be worn for the welcome cocktails at our wedding on the weekend of December 7. I will most likely pair mine with a pink Hawaiian shirt made from vintage rayon and crafted by Singapore’s Kevin Seah.
The wedding, which takes place the following day, starts 90 minutes before the normal permissible start time
