


One of my favourite French films of the 60s is Jean-Pierre Melville's gangster flick, Le Samourai. It's the tale of the lone assassin, Jef Costello, who lives a monastic existence in a Paris apartment, and organizes his underworld hits with a ruthless sense of perfection. Costello's sense of perfection extended to his wardrobe too: In a dark cashmere suit, white oxford cloth button-down, trenchcoat or crombie, and grey fedora, he was the coolest, most soigné assassin ever to deliver a coup de grace. You can buy the film from Amazon, or if you fancy getting some Delon-style headwear for yourself, try a reputable hatter like Bates or Lock & Co in Jermyn Street.
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