After spending an afternoon with the effervescent septuagenarian jazz hip-cat and all-round bon vivant Dennis E. Armstead, you might be tricked into thinking you’re in the company of the most vivacious of twentysomething epicureans. With his youthful charm, a wardrobe capable of challenging that of our magazine’s dear founder, and possessing a generosity of spirit to match, Mr. Armstead is the embodiment of everything The Rakeadmires.
Originally published in The Rake Issue 39. Subscribe here to read the original article.
