Sunday, April 30, 2017

Times Magazine

Mr Rushton is an amiable acquaintance of more than a decade.  I have lost count of the number of pairs of shoes I have bought from him and  the number of what can be called pedal tutorials I have received from him.  This is a man who can recognise a pair of Heschung hunting shoes from, oh, 50 metres; who knows that the style called Gibson in Britain is called Derby in France and Blucher in America; who when I went into his Wimpole Street shop last week was wearing brown Alonquins, narrow-bottomed, cuffed grey flannels, a grey V- neck, a gunmetal faced 1961 Rolex, blue gingham shirt and a military moustache.  Indeed, he does have about him the air of a dandiacal ex-officer.

Written by Jonathan Meades