Once there was a street in Paris and it was called the Street of Tailors. This was years back, in the blue mists of memory. Now it’s the 1950s and Henri is the last tailor on the street. With meticulous precision he takes the measurements of men a…
Once there was a street in Paris and it was called the Street of Tailors. This was years back, in the blue mists of memory. Now it’s the 1950s and Henri is the last tailor on the street. With meticulous precision he takes the measurements of men a…
