Morning Style Mongers. Massive shame bout massive delay in updates, but totally unavoidable 'fraid. Been thwarted by life, but then who isn't? When I do offer something up, its gonna be in keeping with this cream sartorial stance. Relaxed and cream. This is from Umit Benan SS15; Thats now, that is. Feeling Spring yet? Digging Steely Dan yet? Stick 'em on if not, see below, for heaven sake. Umit Benen

 Umit Benan cream wool/cotton (doubt it is) drill blazer, with white track pants and pique shirt.

Really liked the Benan show for this season, entitled “Tennis Club de Cartegena, Colombia”. The man moved to Paris from Milan for this season, and said he was much happier. Forget why. He showed his collection on big, street cast Parisian men, and some more brutish looking models. Was supposed to be about Columbian crime cartel bosses enjoying leisure time at posh tennis clubs, I gather. 


More Umit Benan SS15

In other style news, am currently driving a Ford Ka, short for Caca, emblazoned with Denver Body Repair Courtesy Car, Leyton. Far from ideal, but thank god is labeled, less people think thats my ride. Can you imagine? The Aero got pranged minding its own business plotted on road outside my drum. Woman jack-knifed her Cleo into a Mini Clubman, which shunted the Aero, ffs. You can just see the little fella nestling in the prevailing mayhem that kicked off. Note Mohammed, my concierge neighbour, levitating just above it. Number 56 Buses were passing half on pavement, one got latched onto the Cleo, blocking entire road. Was ridiculous melt down. Cleo woman's husband arrived and tried to claim smashed back of Aero had nothing to do with crash. What a joker. Literally laughed in mans face. Double glad the Police were there otherwise would have to get all tennis club on his arse: Rozzas don't lose that number plate. 

 Up-Clapton stop-ranking.

Thankfully, the Aero will be restored, a matter of great personal relief to me. For now, I persevere with 'the little black bubble Ka'. Its far from L'ing the D*, but gives one pony perspective. Meanwhile, also struggling with a really potent play list for April, thus far. Maybe just not free enough/looking in right places. Holden was round last night, rubbishing the depth of signal that Spotify offers up. Sort of spoilt it for me, for now. For now, keep it Sports Luxe & louche, till next time.

Stubbs out.

* Living the dream.


 Cinch you've been gone.

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