BUDD, KING OF SHEARS
It is tempting to use some kind of horticultural pun when discussing Budd. To do so would be a bit misleading, because unlike a fledgling spruce or blossoming fruit flower, Budd’s might has permeated the sartorial landscape like the roots of a mighty oak, firmly grasping England’s soil.
In 1910, when the Ottoman empire was still administering territories in Europe, the Titanic hadn’t sunk, and stainless steel had yet to be invented (or crosswords, if you can believe there was ever a time without them), Budd opened their store in Piccadilly Arcade in London, the same location you can find them in today. All the trappings of an archetypal British establishment remain: rickety staircases about the width of this magazine, painted columns in the doorway, barely a lick
