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As a protector of our fair city, you consider it your duty to monitor the formation of all new
empires.
So look alive as the new Steven Alan
shop quietly invades Robertson Boulevard, the first of
three L.A. outposts set to open in 2008.
You've likely seen the slim, rumpled shirts—often striped or plaid, looking subtly lived-in, even when
new—situated in Fred Segal like beacons of reason amid the more ridiculous gear. Inside the label's
rustic-minimalist new store, you'll find more well-cut, wearable staples that bridge the gap between white T
and black tie. You'll want to seek out the jackets, skinny-but-not-too-skinny ties and suits that are crisp
but casual enough to wear with your favorite pair of broken-in sneakers. (Best-dressed always—even at
a barbecue.)
Take a look inside the glass case for vintage cufflinks and watches, and pay mind to the cozy courtyard out
back, where you might tip one back at a store event soon.
Think of it as your duty.
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