Bespoke Suits - The London Bespoke Club
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Ongoing, First published Jan 10, 2024
Bespoke 
The 'Bespoke' in bespoke tailoring is derived from the word bespeak (to be spoken for) and is essentially a very English definition of a tailor arranging and handcrafting a suit specifically for you. 

The main difference and reason why the bespoke suit is so valuable and rare nowadays is that the pattern is made from scratch based on the individual's specifications and is 100% handcrafted usually by one person (or one person that specializes in each task ie, drafting, cutting or buttonholes). As a result far more attention to minute fit details including multiple fittings during the construction process.

Bespoke Tailoring allows for the most detailed perimeters of the suit to be altered which cannot be done with a made-to-measure suit. It is commonly said that bespoke tailoring has the ability to hide the client's own 'imperfections'.

Bespoke tailoring is achieved through a series of fittings:

'The Baste fitting' 

This is to test that the tailoring is going in the right direction. It is called baste as the cloth basted together using white basting cotton.

'Forward fitting' 

At this point, the suit will look much more finished. Forward baste fittings are a good way of measuring the progress of the suit, but it is also an opportunity to finalize some important choices - width lapels, buttons, more shaping
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