I first bonded with friend J. by way of his Arnys jacket (it was a corduroy Forestiere, I believe).
Here’s a photo of J. in a different model Arnys jacket. In Eugene (or Portland for that matter), one doesn’t see many men wearing tweed jackets, let alone lovely French-made iterations with shawl collars, mustard color piping and nice pocketing.
As it turns out, our shared loved of Arnys extended to a mutual appreciation of Raleigh bicycles, Brooks saddles and American cabaret singers.
J. sent along this link to photographs by the Sartorialist of the Brothers Grimbert and their shop in Paris. Check out the hand sewn hunting cape.