Two suit cuts are offered by the house: regular fit and slim fit. The former, with sizes ranging from 48 to 60, dresses the most athletic physiques, wrapping each contour with natural ease. The latter, more fitted, shapes the silhouette with contemporary elegance. Choose between a black or navy blue suit with discreet patterns—caviar, pinstripe, Prince of Wales, end-on-end, tennis stripes—or an anthracite gray suit for an impeccable look at the office. And what about pairing them with a checkered or sky-striped shirt? A tie in madder silk, jacquard, or knit will complete this symphony of elegance.
One winter morning, under a fine Parisian drizzle, a man in a De Fursac suit crosses the gardens of the Palais Royal. Each step resonates with the confidence and allure that only such craftsmanship can bestow. During a business lunch at the Café de la Paix, he captures everyone’s attention with the impeccable cut of his attire, eliciting admiring murmurs and a few envious compliments.
Another day, at a soirée at the Ritz, the conversation pauses for a moment to admire the fabric of a suit worn by a distinguished guest. He recounts, not without pride, that his suit was crafted in the De Fursac ateliers, with an exclusive fabric developed by the legendary Lanificio Cerruti.
De Fursac suits benefit from prestigious collaborations with the greatest Italian drapers, including Cerruti, who creates exclusive fabrics for the brand. Each suit thus tells a story of tradition and innovation, where ancestral know-how meets contemporary demands.
Wearing a De Fursac suit is to embrace a heritage of sophistication and style, rooted in the Parisian soul. It is to choose an elegance that transcends fashion, a discreet yet powerful affirmation of true allure.
In the streets of Paris, where every corner whispers secrets of elegance and sophistication, De Fursac suits stand as faithful witnesses to masculine elegance, a subtle dance between tradition and modernity.
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