A Lesson In How Not To Buy A Shirt: Modern Tailor
So after a month of waiting, I finally got my Modern Tailor shirt. And oh boy, is it ever terrible.
See, I feel like it could have been good. The material is actually pretty good, especially for the price, the details are nice, and I had my initials sewn in. What more do you need from a shirt? Well… the fit. This is where it all went to hell.
I pull my shirt out of the package and immediately I’m like “Holy Hell, this is not gonna fit!” It was way too short, like extremely. Then I decided to put it on anyways. My biceps did not fit through the shirt and I’m the scronniest mutha ucka around. It’s like this shirt was made for a child. I am quite disappointed.
My point is that even if you are extremely confident in your measurements, they’re probably gonna fuck them up anyways. I checked my measurements 20 times and compared them to other shirts, they were almost precisely Kent Wang’s measurements, but they still managed to get them wrong. I guess my mistake was thinking that using centimetres would be more accurate. Apparently these tailors have no idea what a centimetre is.
Honestly, I was about to order a few linen dress shirts from MT – despite my hesitance after hearing about their quality control issues – but this shuts that idea down.