The twisted tale of a Manhattan lavatory attendant begins in a borrowed Princeton blazer. It’s the 1950s. Tom Ripley, a young underachiever, weaves a tangled web of haunted obsession and yearning. In fact, the unabridged title The Mysterious Yearning Secretive Sad Lonely Troubled Confused Loving Musical Gifted Intelligent Beautiful Tender Sensitive Haunted Passionate Talented Mr. Ripley disturbingly sums it up...
Read MoreHe’s not carrying Lacoste going forward (you can get them practically anywhere these days), “I like Fred Perry polos instead,” he says. “You don’t see these as much.”
Immediately Sid comes off as a southern gentleman. “Water? Beer?”
We take Negra Modelos. It’s a welcome escape from the Atlanta heat. He’s impeccably dressed too. Tie slightly askew, no break in his A.P.C jeans and sporting his brogues sock-less. Within minutes we’re talking shop and his sheer knowledge of menswear is impressive. What’s more impressive, he’s a really nice guy...
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