"I'm a simple man... with complex tastes" - Calvin from Calvin & Hobbes
wouldn't a gentleman-hobo be satisfied purchasing Southwick suits and Alden shoes from a thrift store?
Strangely, no. I am (un)fortunately graced with uncommon taste in clothes. Balancing one's wardrobe needs with one's other basic needs for living (alcohol, art, food, shelter) might be easy if your an investment banker but rather more complicated when your a flaneur
. My current profession, drinking espresso, doesn't pay very well. While I have no qualms shopping at thrift-stores, I know of only a few that sell vintage Savile Row clothing and they are all located in London, far from my usual tramping grounds. I'm on the verge of making another pilgrimage to London and have pretty well worked out a system for free air travel (it involves a cargo plane). While there, I plan on trying on some Crockett & Jones handgrades. If the 337 last fits my over-sized but narrow-ankled feet, then I will be compelled to make a purchase. Incidentally, if anyone can recommend a good London hostel that caters to gentlemen-hobos, as opposed to drunken Australian students, I would appreciate it.