I’m one of those guys who wishes that Paul Smith was my best friend. Paul and I would hang out walking the streets of London looking for affected youth to star in his advertising campaigns. Every once in a while I would look over at Paul and say, ” Hey Paul, would it be possible for you to make a collection for middle aged fat men at a price that could allow the pieces to be sold in Wal-Mart?” (this request would satiate the intense thirst of my socio-economic situation). Paul would look over at me and utter “Shite!”. End of conversation.

We can all dream… Speaking of dreams. Am I dreaming, or is Paul Smith somehow related to the movies of Wes Anderson? The suits featured on the actors in the Darjeeling Limited are impeccably crafted.