At the fancy SIHH show last week (well, a glorified aircraft hanger) in Geneva I did spy some coloured watches. Rather liked them, especially having arrived from Milan where the strongest constructed menswear and suiting was monochrome grey and black, yet quite emperic or hauty . Wonder would they go? Doing a page of watch style for The Telegraph, aren’t I. Am encountering resistance to publishing one example of face colour from a brand who want to sit on it till end of year. Naming names, Piaget, er, bad luck, I took pictures with my new camera. Strange. There’s this Red Reverso for starters by Jaeger LeCoultre, likey. Really likey the bit of Colour Field on the end of this post, do you?
Then there’s this bloke that I met from Libya, Abubaker Sheikh, who likes a colourface watch face too. We immediate made plans for some watch fusions.
This next one is by Piaget. The one that secret. I’ve forgotten the stone. Wait! Its malachite. (Thanks Lotte/Vincent). Its lovely, no?
And here’s a cheeky review from The Basel (not happened yet watch exhibition) of The Hermes Arceau ‘Paille’, which is cunningly made from compressed straw. A herringbone watch made from horse food! What ever next?
This clip if from the Old Grey Whistle Test, ironically. Charming little track.
Stubbs out.
PS. For those that think this is a watch blog (click)
-Tie-bar faux pas and evening wear metallic over-adornment at NTA bash-
Firstly congratulations on award for outstanding achieving Mr. Barlow. Secondly nice look. I know your stylist, and can’t usually fault the pair of you. Thirdly, two lots of collar/tie pin/clip accessorisation in the one look: Are you mad? Straight to red matey. No two ways. Had to caution someone* in Milan recently for same offence, but he was in a Hotel bar, not national TV, so let him stay on. (Plus he’s from down the M4 manor, so had to allow as both played for same club BITD, FC John Anthony). Anyway, back to the NTAs, Barlow was wearing a nice little evening suit, and I really like the collar bar style he was wearing too, neat and clipped, great shape. However, am certain the stylist had nothing to do with the tie bar getting stuck on further down. Classic afterthought-overkill. It’s too, too big too. So, so 2004. Which is why the card is staying red. Re-tie bars: would everyone please get over Mad Men? So dull. So pedestrian. Meanwhile, collar pins teetered on the over-ground during the X-Factor as Olly Murs and even the contestants started wearing them, but double hardware is defo an early bath offence. Soz GB. Sure you don’t read this, so should be okay next time we see each other, yeah?
Stubbs out.
*Clue. He’s a buyer for Selfridges. All over the style blogs at mo’.
Doing the National TV Awards tonight. Not up for one oddly, but can tell you the most elegant thing on the program will be host/matey-off-the-telly’s suit by our friends Thom Sweeney (click). It’s a midnight blue mohair three piece with shawl collar and Thom Sweeney signature horseshoe waistcoat. That’s right. Lanvin, they’re coming for you..
Picked it up yesterday. Despite the three piece format, is actually so, so elegant as two. What will we wear? Fancy a flutter? Meanwhile, some of you might already be aware of their newest ambassadors. Yeah? There’s Big Davey Gandy, Landesberg, Biffa, J.C.,a few other bod’s, and me. That’s right. Am on the ambassadors board. Not sure what’s going on with the Barnet/syrup mind, its slipped a trifle. Cue torrent of abuse… Don’t give a monkeys what ya say about insiderism, these tailors have got it in spades. Savvy that is, not trifle.
Stubbs out (at the O2 for Pete’s sake..)
PS. Do you like my French coat knobs? From the Fifties don-cha know.
Saw the Bill Cunningham New York film last night. Blew me away. How brilliant? He’s an irrefutable one-off. He also kicks those joke photo-blogging part time pillocks up and down the street. His photo columns for The New York Times “On The Street” (click) and “Evening Hours” (click) are a vaunted touchstone of documentary NYC style. Street style is taken to new lofted heights the way Bill sees it. He’s immaculately painstaking and honest. He sees the stories then tells them straight. Love Bill.
Equally New York society is captured by him in a way which only a truly fashion savvy eye could clock. The film was also very touching. Only cried about five times. No one saw. Got too, too much on to cover this subject adequately now, but thought would mention. The films out 16th March. For now have the National T.V. awards tomorrow to consider, black tie and ting and ting. Then its the bleeding Baftas… You should see Bill’s take on the NYC dinner circuit crew. Egalitarian and elegant at once. Special. Amongst the finery, the midnight blue mohair and the marcella, I’ve found myself dropping ‘Total-Marl’. A look I doubt would register on Bills or any NYC Social X-ray’s monitors. Probably perfect for Clapton just now.
Stubbs out.
PS. I’ll Be Your Mirror features in ze film. Alvays good, no. Austrian iz a good accent to adopt for today, jah?
P.P.S Bill is on bike no.29. The 28 previous ones have been stolen. Cant ya give the guy a break out there!
That clothes brush I ordered arrived. I went with an Abbeyhorn option (click). Am rather thrilled with it. It’s made from horn and natural bristles. Noticed one could have ones initials engraved. Why would you bother with that, I thought initially. Then I realised, why wouldn’t you? Went with gold name in Times New Roman caps*. Handsome object, isn’t it?
The brush has taken pride of place in new and very pert little Danish rosewood chest of drawers that lives underneath the large shoe cabinet I had built in my dressing room. It inhabits the bottom draw with my main shoehorn (metal), now looking woefully inadequate. Might update, also via Abbeyhorn, (click). The top draw is for ‘current being read’ literature. The middle is a space for future consideration.
The brush is a beautiful thing to handle. You specify how mottled, dark or light you want your horn. Its smacks of heirloom. All I need now is some kids.
“So who was Great Uncle Thomas mummy?”
“Oh, just some weird second cousin of your fathers who always wore a suit, even when he was in a wheel chair, with no arms, or legs. Very odd. He never did come out of that shoe closet either..”
Stubbs out.
*The D stands for Deangelo, should you be speculating.
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