The Turn-back cuff. Disappearing even in London.
A crowded elevator at lunch filled with dark colored coats and thoughts as passengers complain of too many stops and their disappearing lunch hour. I'm standing next to this guy. A bolt of color communicated on a platform of understatement and richness you often see in Manhattan but rarely in Ft Wayne.
He tells me the jacket is Huntsman. "No shit," I think to myself. He agrees to be photographed but is in a hurry. After the photos he pushes his way through the revolving door but not before telling me no one has ever asked for his picture. I don't admit it's a first for everyone.
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04 February 2011
On The Street: Huntsman
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