Every once in a while, one comes across a scenario that rewinds the clock several decades at a time. Amongst the hipsters and corporate wankers on the streets of Soho, a few seconds witnessed this gentlemen carrying himself with the confidence of a man that BELONGS. No not necessarily with a bespoke piece, but note how the side vents keep the back from deforming as he strolls his way down the street with hands stuffed into the pockets of his trous that taper down to barely kiss his shoes. And then there’s the trilby, worn low and even just above his eye brows, placing this gentleman in almost any decade of the 20th century.