Remy Fashions

Recently came to HK for a work assignment, realized I needed to get a pair of pants adjusted so I needed a tailor. Unbeknownst to me, there are a lot of tailor shops in HK, but they’re different from the tailor shops in the US in that they’re custom suit tailor shops and some don’t accept customer owned articles for tailoring. Luckily I happen to come across this shop in Tsim Sha Tsui.
The owner Neil was very friendly and seemed very knowledgeable. I originally wanted to also get a jacket touched up, but Neil explained to me how it was probably not very achievable due to my body shape, which I appreciated very much. He measured up the pants in expert fashion and let me know that it would be done the next day, which is a lot faster than the tailors in the US which usually takes a week. The cost for hemming a pair of pants was 120 HKD, which is about 15 USD, which is slightly on the high end, but given the quick turnaround time, it was quite worth it. I would definitely come back if I need anything else fixed up, or maybe I would even consider getting a few custom shirts for next time.

I’m pretty sick and tired of walking around Tsim Sha Tsui and being mistaken for a tourist. No I do not want a fake rolex nor do I need a suit made… actually hold on a second. I’ve come to that age in life where all my friends are starting to get married. It’s like the opposite of the movie Wedding Crashers, where they have fun crashing weddings the day wedding season starts. I, on the other hand, feel the pressure of being in a relationship and unmarried. What I meant to say was I’m so happy for my friends… yea.
Anyway, wedding season means suits, and a couple of them. Maybe it’s just me but I’m never comfortable with people trying to sell me something, even if I want it! So being asked to enter every second tailor I pass makes me suspicious. I was going to enter, but then you asked me to enter and said you’d give me a discount. Oh boy, that makes me suspicious. I’m going to get a suit, but only from some one that doesn’t want to sell it to me. The human psyche at its most moronic. Maybe it’s just me. Luckily enough, while I was still a student, I happened to meet a lovely young lady whose family runs a tailoring shop. She never asked me to visit, or offered a discount which made me extremely eager to see the place.
Remy Fashions is a small shop run by a man named Gary. He’s obviously good at what he does because he sized me up the moment I stepped in the door. With an easy smile and measuring tape he confirmed my dimensions, and from there explained to me the different materials available, which ones for which climates, why I should have two buttons instead of three. Fashion things that I had no clue about.
Two days later I returned for the first fitting. Gary wasn’t there but his son was. The man was just as professional but slightly more convincing when it came to fashion tips, I suppose because his age was not far from mine! Another two days and I was able to pick up the final master piece, for a master piece it was, and still is.
It’s easy to feel like a VIP while being measured from head to toe for a suit that will only look good on you and Remy Fashions do it with precision and perfection. Since then I’ve returned to have another suit made… for another wedding… not mine.