Sara is in Seville where she reports that high temperatures have driven her inside, limiting her consumer activity to late night window shopping (and daytime consumption of pork products). On her behalf, I’m crusing back through old travel photos from our 06 trip to France, lamenting retail temptations that I could not fund. Foremost was my window gawking pause at the Arnys menswear store in Paris. Of course, at my income level, my only access to Arnys will be via the glossy Arnys catalogue (better than a MOMA production) and a long ago library patron–an interior designer for high end restaurants in Portland–who actually owned a stunning corduroy Forestiere jacket.
For more, see The Sartorialist.