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Reginald Stanforth III
The Archive of Elegance
He stood in the doorway of the atelier, not as a client, but as a question. His posture was diplomatic, his silence deliberate. The way he touched the fabric—thumb and forefinger, no more—was reverent, as if he were greeting an old friend. I did not sketch him that day. I waited. Because some men arrive not to be seen, but to be remembered.
"He was never photographed. But I remember the first time I saw him." - Sinclair Ellison

“Elegance is not worn. It is remembered.”
— Reginald Stanforth III
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