by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. How do you remember something you never knew? The orphaned opening words of Arnys et moi, journalist Philippe Trétiack’s memoir of the late and legendary Paris shop Ar...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. The Earth is six billion years old, but the oldest surface of the floor of its oceans – more than 70% of its area – is only two hundred million years old. At the bound...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. Instead of a gentle close, summer weltered and sweltered on. Social media automatically reminded a friend that on that same date exactly a decade before, she’d written...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. The great writer Stendhal, author of The Red and the Black, once wrote that he was so overcome by the beauty and culture of Florence that he had heart palpitations and ...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. A walk home after dinner at a favorite neighborhood restaurant. Heavy rain. Neighbors who had just fertilized their sizeable yard with manure, of all things in a city....
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. When I first told my parents I wanted a fountain pen, they laughed at me. A generation that had grown up learning to write on the scratchy, messy, finicky things could...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. Many of the best clothing-industry memoirs, such as Martin Greenfield’s Measure of a Man, spend less time describing the writer’s time in the industry than they do the...
by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans. Both business and menswear have cycles, and sometimes the two coincide.
There was a recent minor media kerfuffle when Goldman Sachs, the most prestigious bank on Wall...