Two floors above the noise of the Garment District, he still cuts the first pattern by hand.
Two floors above the noise of the Garment District, the light comes in sideways and lands on a half-basted sleeve. He has been doing this for eleven years and still cuts the first pattern by hand.
“The machine does not know where the body breathes,” he says, without looking up. It is the kind of line that sounds rehearsed until you watch him work and realise it is simply true.
