Monday 10 August 2026 — London
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Lagos tailors are cutting for the diaspora now

A generation of Lagos tailors built a client list on WhatsApp and now ship to four continents. The clothes changed to suit the post.

Lagos tailors are cutting for the diaspora now
Yaba, late afternoon. A jacket cut this week for a client in Houston. Photograph: Nia Okonjo

The workshop is one room off a courtyard in Yaba, with three machines, a cutting table made from a door, and a phone propped against the wall that has not stopped buzzing since eight this morning. Four of the six garments on the table are going abroad — two to London, one to Houston, one to Berlin. None of the clients has ever been measured in person.

Measuring somebody 5,000km away

The system is improvised and surprisingly reliable. Clients send a video turning slowly, a set of measurements taken by a friend, and a photograph of a garment they already own that fits. The last of these does most of the work. "The numbers lie," one tailor told us. "A jacket they already love does not lie. I copy the shoulder from that and I have never had it come back."

A tailor pinning a jacket shoulder on a mannequin
The shoulder is copied from a garment the client already owns, not from a number.

The clothes themselves have shifted to survive the journey. Linings are heavier because parcels sit in humid warehouses. Buttons are sewn with a shank and reinforced, because customs officers open things. Several tailors now cut a slightly longer seam allowance as standard so a local alterations shop at the other end can adjust without unpicking the whole garment.

“I am not making Nigerian clothes for abroad. I am making my clothes, and abroad found me.”

Tunde Alabi, tailor, Yaba

What scale would cost

Every workshop we visited had been approached by somebody offering to scale it. All but one had said no. The refusals were not romantic. Their margins depend on doing forty highly specific garments a month at a good price, not four hundred generic ones at a squeezed one, and none of them wanted to spend their week managing people instead of cutting.

Payment is the fragile part of the whole system. Most of the workshops we visited are paid through a patchwork of transfer apps, family intermediaries and, occasionally, cash handed to a cousin at Heathrow. Fees eat between four and nine per cent of every order, and every tailor we spoke to raised it before we did.

Bolts of fabric stacked against a workshop wall in Lagos
Six garments on the table, four of them leaving the country this week.

What happens when it goes wrong

The failure rate is low but not zero, and there is no returns process. When a jacket arrives wrong the options are to have it altered locally at the client's expense, to send it back at a cost approaching the price of the garment, or to accept it. Every tailor we spoke to said they simply remake it, absorbing the loss, because the entire business runs on referral and a single bad outcome removes an entire cluster of future clients.

That exposure shapes what they will take on. Three of the six now decline first-time commissions for structured tailoring, steering new clients towards shirts and unlined jackets where the fit tolerance is far more forgiving. It is a sensible risk policy arrived at independently by people who have never used that language, and it means the most technically ambitious work goes to clients who have already been measured successfully once.

The generational point is worth making plainly. Of the six workshops we visited, four are run by people under thirty-five who trained under a relative and then rebuilt the business around a phone. The older tailors we met were, without exception, complimentary rather than resentful about it, and two had handed their overseas commissions to a younger cutter specifically because they did not want to deal with the video fittings.

The waiting list at the busiest of the six is now eleven weeks. It is entirely word of mouth, entirely on WhatsApp, and completely invisible to anybody looking at export figures. That is the part the industry keeps failing to notice.