We can tell it like this: it’s the story of a men’s tailor, 3 rue de Castellane, in Paris, just behind the Madeleine. In the profession, Jean-Luc Rambure is renowned both for his know-how and his relationship to the world. One finds, in the eyes of Jean-Luc, a sweetness, also an enigmatic melancholy. We find, in the manners of Jean-Luc, a dandyism, a charisma, a superb. He is one of those men we don’t make anymore, of whom we say like this: “The mold is broken. » Because yes, Jean-Luc is rare.
Alone and rare.
About five years ago, Jean-Luc Rambure was in his studio in the rue de Castellane, working with a colleague, when suddenly he noticed the presence, in the midst of scissors and sewing machines, of a child.
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