As an Englishman in New York, I’ve learnt to love American clothes, says Philip Delves Broughton
After a couple of years in New York in my late 20s, I decided I needed to improve my wardrobe.
At that point, it consisted of little more than Gap khakis and shirts, often bought as a laundry solution on trips around the country. I had a couple of suits from London, but rare opportunities to wear them. So, after some limited consultation, I went to the menswear department at Bergdorf Goodman, and entrusted myself to a floorwalker named Tyrone.










