NEW LONDON CODE
Evening/Morning Style Mongers. The London Collections:Men (click) klicks off for me tonight with The Rake magazine's drinks bash at The Claridges. Always a chic thrill that one. So good it's good not to drink in case ya miss a moment of clarity with a tailoring luminary, or similar. Then again, its a work do, and its good not to be too stiff with your colleagues, right? One might miss a claret and a moment of lunacy with fellow masthead dweller. "I've simply had nothing made" one remarked in shamed admission to me referring their tailoring style roster for the LC:M spell. A ghastly scene of abject sartorial neglect, indeed.
A pattern emerging through Le Fumoir. Note matching, jacqurd La-de-da and beard.
But actually some sartorial neglect is what we could all do with fostering a touch. Am doppio fed up with my own hackneyed, over conscious use of shirt/Peckham/pocket snizzles. Have been for a while*. Gonna neglect all sorts of previously well maintained areas. Thinkin' bout a couple of new, newish codes for the LC:M duration. Which is four days now btw style fiends. Four longish days. Might just loose my shirt or two, like an ageing, hirsute Pete Murphy.
The mind Bogliolis. Boglioli SS15
I'd drop a hat, but my hair's just getting too, too big, and too blowy (in most places) to be wearing one. Am going big on blowing. Oh yes. Its all down to that Joe Mills of Joe & Co (clicky) and his Kevin Murphy Rough Rider. Man don't cut. Man art-directs Barnets. I slip by his Soho drum for a mid-afternoon blowy when in The Metropolis at the mo'. Loving his work. Need a dryer in da Merc. Talking of which, I think this time, I might be most excited about working/rolling with Mr.Newton, my driver, for four days. The Mercedes Benz S Class is a doppio-mod-luxe-boon to my LCM scene. Trust me, its got the lot, so much boot space is essentially a mobile lock-up for the duration. But its Mr.Newton that takes it up a notch further. He's an exemplary driver and rolling concierge. Mr.Newton used to escort heads of state. Now he's ferrying heads of hair in a state. HashtagClimbdown. At least his ride is fully operative.
LC:M Lincoln Continental.
Could don a dressing gown over the top of normal garb, in the back of the ride. Not so much like you not stepped out of a salon, but you'd stayed plotted at home under the dryer. Gowns been looking strong to me.
Dress Gown To Earth Fridays.
Maybe is the new way to wear tailoring. I've seen evidence. Or maybe just forget to shirt up. I'm living the Singlet Life. When I can.
Starring out of the French windows in a singlet, it's late late, now Max Rhinehardt has gone**, feel like if I was ever going to, I might just see a ghost tonight. Not drunk for a week. Not slept for one either. Maybe that's it. Copy frenzy 2015 is O-Double-On. Its like writing is my actual job. It's so calm in your head with no drink, no? No people, no engagements. Not seen a soul I know since NYsD. Cant last, but its so, so calm. Maybe it's just the time of night. Or maybe it's the time of man.
PS. Just couldn't help putting Joni on the end. Her codes' so far from LC:M. Love Joni. 1970 feels somehow significant. Cant think why. And with that, I admit, I don't know who I am, but am gonna get my soul relatively free, in style terms.
Perhaps camp out on the land with a nice dressing gown for example.
Yoghurt Gowney Junior. Massimo Piombo SS15
PPS. There used to be a night time, 'cool', cultural TV program called "01 For London" with Richard Jobson and Magenta Divine, I think. Actually liked it. This was before all this 0171/0181 caper came in. Then went. What happened to old Jobbo, eh? And Wall-eyed-Madge too?
*Almost peeved that have amassed hundreds of amazing ones. Still, are good for use on clients who've not caught up yet. And for actually blowing ones nose in abject jacquard luxury.
** From the BBC Radio 3 you understand. Not my bed chamber.