They’re crafty. They’re wily. And if you’re not careful, they might just... not fit you.
You need to take control.
This should help...
It’s ManuelRacim, a swatch-filled Tribeca studio of custom shirting. It’s from a couple Parisian high school chums named—wait for it—Manuel and Racim, and it’s now open. Here’s the knowledge you require to take full advantage of its splendor...
It looks like a 1920s Parisian parlor.
Well, one with rotating walls, a silly amount of Italian fabric and a marble bar. Also: a gold-brocaded fitting room. Very subtle.
There’s a touchscreen mirror. Touch it.
First, you’re measured. Then, you choose a fabric. (Rub some. Say, “Hmm, good stuff.” Or... don’t.) Finally, over to that mirror. A screen appears on it, and you use it to choose a style, a fit type (with the help of your tailoring consultant, of course), a collar, cuffs, buttons. You know, shirt stuff.
Your shirt is speedy.
Once you’ve finished Minority Report–ing your way through the perfect shirt design, that design goes on a Parisian vacation to a century-old shirtmaking atelier. In two weeks, max, the shirt will be gloriously adorning your torso.
Cue Tom Petty’s “The Waiting.”