A few weeks back, I stopped into Charvet, the 188-year-old shirtmaker with a single store on the Place Vendôme, to pick up a demi-custom order that I had placed in early March, right after Paris Fashion Week. It took several months for the two shirts, which each cost around €600, to be made by the atelier in Saint-Gaultier. The process was incredibly satisfying. Everything is so easily accessible today via the internet and a credit card that I was charmed by the fact that I couldn’t control when the shirts—a faded tangerine with pearl buttons, and a rare windowpane check—would be finished. The whole experience played on the erogenous zones of psychological desire.