Extreme Style Butlering


In the future when I look back and think to myself "You old idiot, what have you done with your time ?", (quite possibly next June), I am determined to remember what a hoot I've been having of recent. The essence of my nouveau salad days is variety and speed of situation turn around. The perfect day has a tumbling roster of different scenarios and vignettes best viewed from a solo perspective. The night that preceded this is what I actually want to talk about, but can't until get yesterday down adequately.

Sir Hardy relaxes at work and sets the pace for the modern styler

Friday was major day on a style-butlering level. I would bang on about it at length, but it might sound like I was showing off. It began at Hardy Amies with fittings for Lord O'Leary. My pal Don had his master tailor Pinot tweak a polka dot wool silk mix suit ready for tomorrows tele.  Tres elegant it looked too.

In solo formation, I moved swiftly up the Row to a local cup-cake shop via Hart and Tentis (picking up suitable shirt-age), to take coffee at Mistress Mingay's style  commerce HQ. Here I found other of her operatives in full swing, including Clive Derby of Rake tailoring. Collected the smashing DB pinstripe Rake suit we'd had altered. Yes Mr.Clive! We're digging your work big time. (see piece in today's FT Life&Arts that includes Rake authored by me by clicking).

To go with both these fine examples of Brit' suave,  I need footwear of worthy level. The  utterly devine Cleverley chestnut colour one piece closed lace ups are the most beautiful shoes I have yet to deliver to anyone. I shall get a picture today. George Glasgow was the conduit and I am very grateful indeed.  I have included a short film of him in his Cleverley shop shot this summer.

Once regaled of footwear excellence, shot off to meet agent Massey at Le Caprice. Told you it would sound like showing off.

My usual table at Le Caprice with Agent Massey

I think I might be spoiling DO'L for other shoes/stylist/worlds, but he's had a tough week, so he deserves it. This is 'work' and not really what I am alluding to.

Rapid variation of scene was what I was trying to explain. I think it is the essence of staying happy for me. Last night was the grand opening of Salon QP (click), watch showcase and elevated horologic hob-nobbing fest. It was a coup on a British located watch exhibition level, and all the best bods were on board. Champagne and watch banter flowed. For ages. There's only so much of this one can take without experiencing a 'reversal'.

An 'Addison airlift' to The Mangal was required while I regained my bearings. Too much of anything for long becomes tiresome. Within twenty minutes and I had replaced Moet with Effes, canapes with Lamb fillet and could see clearly again my path. Re-booted and suited I bowled up the Kingsland Road to experience for the first time the infamous Moustache bar.

Testimony of this of the 'Vogue Fabrics'  night spot in Dalston  shall follow shortly.


PS. This  piece by me is out today in FT Life&Arts section, all about wearing separate jacket and trousers (click).