The Whisper of a Well-Dressed Gentleman You know, sometimes the grandest ideas sprout from the quietest corners of life, don't they? I was just rummaging through an old chest in the attic the other week, full of forgotten treasures from my grandad's time, and there it was: a suit, beautifully tailored, though a bit moth-eaten in places, with a crisp white shirt folded neatly inside. It wasn't the suit itself that caught my eye, but rather the way everything about it spoke of an era when attention to detail was simply part of being a gentleman. Every stitch, every buttonhole, a story. It got me...
