Us: assuring you we have pressing news.
You: not really caring, not really stopping.
Us: informing you this concerns bourbon.
You: slowly raising an eyebrow.
Us: informing you this also concerns Billy Reid.
You: giving us five minutes.
Presenting Billy Reid, a roomy parlor packed with exactly the sort of Southern nattiness one might require for a warm-weather weekend, opening next week on the Westside.
You know Billy. Of course you know Billy. You know him for his leathery satchels, patio-proper seersuckers and suede things you can wear without socks. Well, he’s got his own shop now. Looks like a retired Army colonel’s antique-outfitted study (paintings of game animals everywhere). You’ll want to pop by anytime you need clothes for an event that requires you be in or around a beach/pool/patio/barbecue/porch/lawn (otherwise known as summer).
Once inside, you’ll hit up an apothecary full of comfortable things. Duck-cloth duffels. Button-up shirts. The kind of cream and light-blue linen blazers an Italian lawyer would wear when arguing cases in Savannah.
And at some point during all this, a bourbon will end up in your hand. Don’t question it, just go with it. In fact, go with it over to a broken-in gray couch. Then, kick back, relax and let the clothes come to you.