Copperfield
TO DISLODGE ME FROM my west/south-west London groove, something has to be good – really good. Copperfield is one of those rare incentives. I frequent it not only because of what it does, but because of what it represents.
Once upon a time, London bristled with independent tailors purveying top-quality menswear to the masses. The acquisition of one’s first suit was a rite of passage proudly undergone by generations. As fashions and socio-economic conditions changed in the wake of the Swinging Sixties, so the hard-earned expertise that underpinned that whole industry dwindled to virtually nil. Today, Copperfield is one of the very few tailors left to uphold the tradition from its family-owned and staffed premises in the heart of the City. Jockeys and cabbies, bankers and peers: father-and-son duo Christopher and Dean Coleman have seen and dressed them all. Engage Chris in conversation and you’ll receive insights into London’s post-war history no academic could impart. Providing full bespoke, made-to-measure and ready-to-wear at a fraction of the prices on Savile Row, and with a considerably faster turnaround to boot, Copperfield is renowned for its top-class finishing and alterations. From belt loops and brace buttons to complete wardrobe overhauls, there’s no request it can’t service with a level of skill we should and must cherish while we can.
See also: Jeeves Of Belgravia, Kelpis
