What Archibald Leach Taught Me About Individual Style
In the Age Before Cable Television, when my life was solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short on preprogrammed entertainment choices, I spent rainy Saturday afternoons watching old movies on the UHF channel. (If you don’t remember UHF, ask your father.) It was either sports, sports, sports, sports, or PBS, or old movies. So I went for the old movies—and quickly discovered that I wanted to be a suave Englishman who made American movies with beautiful women.
2011-3-30
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