Growing up, I and my elder brother had a wardrobe of over sized clothes with the notion that we would grow into them. I guess this was common practice at the time and it didn’t help that we usually had identical shirts. This led us to seek out alternatives and where better to look than my fathers wardrobe. He had an array of sartorial shirts exposing me Neapolitan tailoring at an early age. My brother and I would wear his top quality shirts to school events when he was away on trips and we’d make sure they were laundered and back in place before his return. As you can imagine, we slipped up a few times and got caught.