This gent was a gentleman. Wearing head-to-toe Brooks Brothers casual, he stood out like a beacon in the crowd of desperately dark hipsters. His crisp white shirt, 2-ply cashmere vest in navy, and those All-American plaid pants made for a taste of apple pie with an upper crust. But the shoes are what sold me his American dream. Cherry picked, hand-stitched richly colored, Cordovan leather penny loafers. Made in Italy. Of course.
