G. Inglese

G. Inglese has been making shirts in Ginosa, a small town in Puglia, since 1955. It began with a widow who could sew and had a family to feed, taking measurements at home for anyone who lived close enough to walk over. Her grandson, Angelo Inglese, took the house on in the nineties and made the decision it is still known for: he stayed in Ginosa instead of moving to Milan, and let the world come to him.

Everything is still cut and finished in the same atelier on Via Isola Caprera - all of it, by hand, in one building. Swiss cotton, buttons of Australian mother of pearl, hand embroidery. The pocket square hems carry proper names - ventaglio, galletto, ruffolo, cavallino, smerlo, regina - because the house keeps a dozen ways of finishing an edge by hand alive rather than letting a machine settle the question.

Beside the shirts sit the polos, named for Mastroianni, JFK and Elvis, and the sahariana with its guayabera variation: four-pocket jackets descended from safari and military dress, cut in Tasmanian wool, bamboo yarn, cashmere and cotton, and in Loro Piana's wool, linen and silk for summer.

Every piece leaves Ginosa gently infused with Acqua di Ginosa, the fragrance Angelo composed himself in the maison, and arrives in the G. Inglese box.