21 May 2012
Opportunity at Andover
Charlie Davidson tells me the Andover Shop is the perfect store. You'd be wrong as sin to disagree. If you're a young man with good taste and a passion for clothes -- Charlie has a job for you. I volunteered but Charlie said I was too old. My attorney, Aaron Schtzenberger is proceeding with an age discrimination suit but I suspect we'll be able to settle.
I need a couple pair of khakis. There's a pile of 'em in the back of the store where Larry usually holds court and dryly informs customers the shop is not for sale. I might see Larry laugh someday but I'm not holding my breath. Bespectacled in tortoise shell, Larry has worked at Andover for...
Me: How long has Larry been here?
Charlie: Shit, I don't know. How long have you been here, Larry?
Larry: No idea.
Tumbleweeds bounce behind Larry's words. I'm bored thinking about khakis and look up behind a cash register covered in books, retail ephemera, shipping boxes and clothes. It gives an unsuspecting customer the idea money is not taken here. High on a shelf, next to a model of a B-24 Charlie crewed in WWII, are bolts of Marimekko selected for Bud Collins.
The Gig? Are you 24 or 25? Maybe you're a college drop out with a prep school diploma and clothes mad. If you are, do you have any idea how much I hate you?
I point to the bolts of Marimekko over the cash register.
Me: Charlie, any of that for sale?
Charlie: Yeah, don't believe that Flusser crap about this place being a museum.
Me: What are you getting for custom?
Charlie: I don't know. Larry, what do we charge for a cotton custom pant?
Larry: Two fifty.
Me: Make me a pair. Outta this (I reach for the most obnoxious fabric).
Charlie: You sure? I have some others.
Me: I'm sure. This is perfect.
Charlie: Belt loops?
Me: No, side tabs.
Charlie: Good idea. You'd never find a belt. Button Fly?
Charlie: Tab Closure...
Charlie: One back pocket.
Me: No, Charlie. That's a little...
Charlie: 20 years ago. Not anymore.
Me: You sure?
Charlie: Trust me.
Me: The selvedge is beautiful. Seems a shame to waste it.
Charlie: What do you wanna do?
Me: Can you make side tabs out of of it?
Charlie: Sure I can (Charlie runs a hand across the fabric). You know...
Charlie: I was thinking...Why don't we run the selvedge down the out seam?
Me: Holy shit.
Charlie: I think there's enough.
Me: Ho-ly shit.
Charlie (Measures) Yep. There's enough.
Me: That would be... hysterical.
Charlie: It would.
Me: You don't think it's too much?
Charlie: Hell, I don't think it's ever been done. You'd be the first.
Me: You don't think it's too...? You know? Label obsessed?
Charlie: It would be if everyone did it -- but no one's doing this...
Me: I'll be damned. Lets do it.
Charlie measures and Larry writes it all down.
Larry: How wide of a leg opening?
Charlie: Nine inches. No, wait. John, what size shoe do you wear?
Charlie: Make it eight and three quarters.
Me: I dunno.
Charlie: You gotta have cuffs.
Me: They're for the beach. Sand'll get in 'em.
Charlie: We'll make 'em narrow.
Me: Inch and a half?
Charlie: Inch and three eighths.
Me: How long, Charlie?
Charlie: Couple weeks.
Think you can handle all that? It's a chance to work for the very best. Early to mid-twenties. Full time job. The center of the menswear universe. Call the shop in Cambridge for more information. Ask to speak to Larry. He'll be your first test. (617) 876-4900