It’s 12pm and I am in a changing room with a ruinously attractive man telling me to get naked. Actually, it’s not so much a changing room as an elaborate, tennis-court green suite. And there’s that chic shroud of mystery in the air you can really only achieve by entering a space with an escort via secret wall button.
My suitor, happily, is a tailor: Ozwald Boateng, the six-foot-and-some Savile Row resident. He helms one of the eight menswear heavyweights — joined by the likes of Tom Ford, Thom Browne, Prada and Giorgio Armani — bringing their bespoke suit services to this land of lemon shopping bags.
