Recommended by John Arlidge
I was looking for Signor Truzzi. I did not know his first name, his address, or even if he was real, but I was determined to find him because his name was stitched into the collar of the most luxurious shirt I had ever bought. I was wearing the blue and black striped camicia in 1998 on my first visit to Milan, the city where it was made. I never found Snr Truzzi - he had died two years earlier, I later found out -...
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