My best find ever... Has to be the one that started my crazy obsession with SF quality clothing. About 10 years ago, I needed a new sportcoat that I could wear at business meetings that didn't require a suit. This was back when I thought boxy, stiff, ill fitting Hugo Boss and Jhane Barnes were the shit - obviously before I learned better. In my mind, $200 was way too much to spend on a new sportcoat.
Anyway, I headed over to the local Last Call and didn't see any Boss or Barnes jackets. So out of frustration, I started going through the sportcoats by simply walking down the rack, placing my hand on the shoulders and feeling the fabric as I walked. Rough, rough, rough... wait what was that? Soft... Pulled it off the hanger and tried it on. Fit like a glove. Nice plain navy color. Checked the tag. Wow, a cashmere sport coat? For some reason, this jacket made by some company I had never heard of seemed really high quality compared to my Boss and Barnes. Other questions came to mind. How come there's no shoulder padding? Why would anyone have these useless button holes on the sleeves actually work? I hope it's not some crap brand just made for the outlet store! I didn't know anything about hand tailoring, canvassing... "Sartorial Qi".
Took it up to the counter to try to haggle the $200 price of this "no name" jacket. The manager said it was an altered item from a Neiman Marcus store back east (this was a relatively small second tier city - a cowtown). She said because it would be hard to find someone else it would fit right due to the relatively short arms and stupid working button holes (again, why does someone need such things?) and I seemed nice, she'd take 25% off and an additional 15% if I opened a Neiman Marcus charge account. ~$140 OTD seemed to work for me so I bought it. Over the last 10 years, this jacket has evolved into battle armor for me. I wear it every time I need a boost of confidence. As I was leaving the store, I turned around to ask her to pronounce the name of the maker because I had never heard of it, she squinted at the label through her bifocals and tried to first guess at it while sounding like an authority. "Kaytone. No wait, Kite-Tone. I dunno. Mike! How do you pronounce this brand?" "Oh, Kiton..." And so it began.
My wallet has paid the price over the past decade but the contents of my overfull walk in closets are something I've really become proud of. I notice that the nicer the piece, the better the deal I got. Some even better deals than the O.G. Kiton jacket. However it will always be my favorite.