To the editor:

As a relatively high-profile member of Chicago’s teeny tiny (if overdressed) rockabilly community I have always relied on my tailor to keep me looking sleek in my vintage duds. In a profession currently filled with two-bit hacks, Kurt Scheel (“Clothing Time,” July 14) was a god. If there was ever a question of how a jacket should hang or how a cuff should break, I always deferred to Kurt. His fabric artistry will be missed. Of course, if my barber, Rosario, hangs up his shears tomorrow I am completely doomed.

Ken Mottet