In the Morgan Tailor Shop on Ross Avenue, a gray-haired old man heard the bell and raised his head, looking at the two people and the cat who walked in through the door with cloudy eyes.
"Sir, Miss, welcome to Morgan Tailor Shop."
The middle-aged woman who was arranging the clothes hangers next to her quickly came forward with a gentle smile on her lips: "Are you two here to pick up clothes, or to order clothes?"
"I want to order some dresses for girls."
Ma Wei took off his hat and directly explained his purpose: "Two sets each for spring, summer, autumn and winter."
Hearing this, the middle-aged woman's face lit up and she came to order 8 sets of clothes. This was a big customer!
Their Morgan Tailor Shop has always been adhering to pure hand-made customization, tailor-made according to the customer's measurements, shoulder width and sleeve length. It is very different from the layout of ready-made clothes produced by garment factories, and is specially designed to serve the wealthy!
certainly
In terms of price, it is not within the reach of ordinary people.
"Please sit down, please sit down quickly!"
The middle-aged woman led Ma Wei to the rest area, served two cups of hot tea, and then asked: "I wonder what your name is, sir?"
"Marve Enders."
"Mr. Ma Wei, please take a look."
The middle-aged woman took out a thick hard-shell folder from nowhere and spread it out on the table. Inside were samples of various fabrics.
"Our Morgan tailor shop uses the best quality fabrics, including wool, alpaca, mohair, gold-woven cotton, cotton velvet, silk printed silk, etc."
Glancing at Ma Wei's handmade pure wool coat, the middle-aged woman had a rough idea in her mind. She pointed at a piece of smooth and shiny fabric and said, "The one I recommend most is this silk printed silk. It's imported from overseas. Touch it."
It is thin and soft and comes in a variety of colors. It is not only comfortable to wear, but also very beautiful. Whether you are attending a party or going out, it is very decent and respectable."
"Nia, what do you think?"
Mawei gave the choice to Yunia.
Yunia lay on the table, looked left and right, and touched each one, but still couldn't make up her mind: "They all feel so comfortable to the touch, so it's hard to choose. Dad, you should choose!"
The most popular fabric nowadays is pure wool fabric. The dense wool can not only resist the cold wind, but also prevent the erosion of rain. In contrast.
Silk printed silk is slightly inferior in terms of practicality.
But it looks good.
"In winter, gold-woven cotton is used with wool for outerwear, woolen flannel is used for underwear, muslin is used for summer outerwear, and fine cotton is used for underwear."
Under the surprised look of the middle-aged woman, Ma Wei talked eloquently: "As for the silk printed silk you recommended, I think since you can get this kind of thing in the store, there must be a higher-grade brocade silk and satin, please use it.
It should be used as an evening dress. It shouldn’t be too bright, so as not to overwhelm the guest, so just use white.”
"Ah ok, I understand."
The middle-aged woman felt that all the words she had prepared were useless, her rhythm was completely disrupted, and she stood up in confusion: "Then let's take a look at the styles next."
There are sets of gorgeous clothes on the shelves. On the left are skirts worn by women, and on the right are formal suits worn by men. There is a clear distinction between the two, and their characteristics are clear at a glance.
These are not for sale, they are just displayed for customers to demonstrate, and it will take some time to make ready-made clothes.
Ma Wei looked around, looked at all the styles on the shelves, and shook his head in disappointment.
"Are you dissatisfied?" the middle-aged woman asked nervously.
"The styles of these don't really suit my taste."
The clothing of this era is too complex in design, too gorgeous, and looks dazzling, but loses the beauty of simplicity.
What Ma Wei couldn't accept the most was that it would take ten or twenty minutes or even longer to put on a complete set of daily clothes!
This doesn’t include the time for washing up and putting on makeup.
If I buy a few sets of these clothes for Yunia, wouldn't it be delayed if something urgent happens one day?
Generally speaking, Ma Wei prefers modern clothing styles, which are easy to wear and pleasing to the eye.
"Then what kind of clothes do you want?"
The white-haired old man sitting behind the sewing machine came over, holding a pipe in his hand, and said unhurriedly: "Since you are not satisfied with the style I designed, you must have some high opinions. I am all ears."
"Father."
When the middle-aged woman saw the old man asking questions, her face changed slightly, and she wanted to persuade him to say something.
"Megan, you have nothing to do here, get down."
"Yes, father."
After the middle-aged woman entered the back room, the old man took a puff of his pipe. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk.
he.
I suspect that the young boy in front of me is here to play in the gym!
"I don't dare to talk about it, but I do know something about clothing." Ma Wei said with a smile: "Because my mother is engaged in the clothing design industry, so I know a little bit about it through my ears and eyes."
Sure enough, I came here to play in the gym!
The white-haired old man's heart sank, and he said with a sullen face: "I wonder what styles of clothes your mother has designed? In which city are they popular? What achievements have you made?"
"I'm not here to cause trouble, old man." Ma Wei put away his smile: "I really wanted to make a few sets of clothes for my daughter, but I don't like those bad street styles, so I had to find a well-known tailor master.
Made by hand."
The white-haired old man's face softened slightly: "How can the ready-made clothing stores on the street compare with handmade tailor shops? All the clothes they design are for the public and lack personalization. No matter how many years go by, the handmade tailor shop industry will never be the same.
disappear!"
"I very much agree with your point of view."
Ma Wei nodded: "At the same time, I also believe that only top tailor masters can produce the style I want."
"Isn't your mother a tailor? Why not find her?"
"Because I'll never see her again."
The white-haired old man was stunned, and with a long sigh, the last hostility disappeared: "Birth, aging, illness and death are inevitable, and there are no obstacles in the world that cannot be overcome. Have you brought your mother's design? Let me see."
"There is no design drawing." Ma Wei spread his hands and said, "But I can draw you a simple sketch."
"A sketch will do, too."
The white-haired old man took Ma Wei to the work table, took out a blank roll of cardboard from the drawer, and threw half a pencil and caliper in front of Ma Wei.
"Let's draw."
Picking up the pencil, Ma Wei recalled it in his mind, then first drew a cross to serve as a fixed point for the character's skeleton, and then sketched out a knee-length dress one by one according to the appearance in the memory.
The white-haired old man kept watching his movements. When he was halfway through drawing the dress, he frowned and did not interrupt Ma Wei. It was not until Ma Wei finished drawing that he asked doubtfully: "You draw the dress and wear it under it."
What’s the underskirt for?”
"This is not an underskirt, but a very ordinary coat."
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The old man fell silent, puffing on his pipe, and after a long time he spoke: "The idea is very unique, really unique, and a very bold idea. However, is the waist of this dress too low?"
"On the contrary, I feel that the waist is too high when it comes to the chest and is not loose enough, making it very uncomfortable to wear."
"Have you ever worn a woman's skirt?"
"I'm lucky enough to be forced to wear it a few times. Isn't that the point?"
"Well, it's really not the point. The waist of the skirt is too low, which makes it inconvenient for women to move. And if the clothes are too thin, the traces of the corset will be highlighted."
"Sir, have you ever worn a woman's skirt?"
"Hey, it's in the past, so don't mention it."
Looking at each other, Ma Wei and the white-haired old man grinned at the same time, quite feeling like they were brothers.
"Let's get down to business, old man, to tell you the truth, I don't intend to let Nia wear a corset. That thing is too anti-human."
"No corset?"
The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "If you don't wear a corset, won't your waist become thicker? This is completely contrary to the most popular styles in the fashion industry!"
"Fashion is determined by designers, and the design of clothing is also art, and art should be bold in assumptions and bold in practice!"
Ma Wei said loudly: "Old man, you are also someone who has worn a corset. You know how uncomfortable it is. Many people put it on forcefully. Once they get used to the corset, it will be difficult to take it off.
As for the most popular style in the fashion industry right now, it’s precisely because of the corset that it hasn’t had a breakthrough for many years!”
"In other words."
"The corset not only restricts women's activities, but also restricts your creative space as an artist! If there were no corsets, how many novel styles would a master tailor like you have designed? In the future, you will leave your name in history.
It’s not impossible!”
The speed of smoking the pipe was getting faster and faster. The white-haired old man listened to Ma Wei's very confusing remarks, his eyes flickered, and he seemed to be thinking about the feasibility of this plan.
Leave your name in history!
These four words were like a heavy hammer, hammering hard into the heart of the old man. As a master tailor, he had worked in the garment industry all his life. How could he not want to go one step further and be on an equal footing with the masters in the fashion industry?
"If this plan fails, I may be ruined."
Blue and white smoke curled up, and the old man hesitated and said: "It's too risky. It's too risky."
"It's not risky."
Ma Wei smiled and said: "As long as the old man designs similar clothing, you can find a few elites in the medical field to write many papers, report the disadvantages of corsets in newspapers, and then hire a top tester in the fashion industry.
Wear your clothes and give high praise, and it will happen! By then you will be the brightest old star in the fashion industry!"
"hiss"
The old man looked at Ma Wei in surprise: "Who are you? You are definitely not a tailor!"
"I'm just an ordinary priest of the Church of Truth." Ma Wei smiled faintly: "As for the publicity issue, you don't have to worry, I am fully responsible for it and I guarantee it will be foolproof, and you only need to design more based on the sketch I drew.
Just wait until you become famous for your style of clothing."
"There is no such thing as a pie in the sky. Tell me, what do you want?"
"After everything is done, I want 50% of the shares of your tailor shop, and I will buy clothes in your store for free from now on." Ma Wei said: "Please don't refuse in a hurry, I can guarantee that after you become famous, you will get
There is far more than now, fame, wealth, everything you want!"
"Good boy, I think you're not here to order clothes, you're here to make money from me!!!"
"You can put it this way, but we are mutually beneficial, right?"
Ma Wei spat into his palm, stretched it out in front of the old man, and asked with a smile: "Deal or reject?"
"The first time I saw you, I felt that you were not an ordinary person, so I took a gamble!"
The white-haired old man also spat into his palm, grabbed Ma Wei's palm, and said fiercely: