Morning Style Mongers. Style Merchant Rups is correct, see last post message, maybe I should have talked bout Princes’ style. Didn’t have time, only to pay tribute to the music. Apols. But couldn’t help it. You know my belief that deep down music trumps style? In moments like this, thats how it goes down. Espesh’ when busy. Seeing the footage of man like Prince in recent days, am partic’ loving his work with avant garde tailoring teamed with strong millinery. Not least the example The Wrong Writer (click) AKA Holden UK, made me aware of. Had to put this down the bottom, though, as not Prince-centric enough/too many old fuckers in shot. Still no time to pay homage. If wanna see how Prince styled himself, Google image him, right? Its what I just did. Liking him in tailoring right now, as he takes it somewhere so far from the boring old broker chic shite we’re being served/are serving most of time. Love sexy, non?
Prince at Grannies
Like this a lot too. Little tie bar in there I think. Maybs.
Prince with matching shirt, tie, square, sort & hat.
A handful of Rock legends are all playing “While My Guitar Gentle Weeps” in tribute to Beatle George Harrison. Then Prince comes on and blows the whole fucking old man gaggle off the stage. He is wearing wicked <?> suit and <?> hat. Totally diggin’ the stage persona he is pushing here, as well as his sartorial stance.
Prince blows the mothers off the stage, stylistically and in guitar terms. brace selves.
Yes Style Mongers. R.I.P. Prince, as standard. Talk bout double serious B-side action: This is favourite Prince song. Erotic City. A 1984 B-side to Lets Go Crazy. Is super nuts. The main version has brilliant sort of slow Chicago House-Jack base. This footage you wanna watch is below is live instruments over top of that, super cool-funky-chic but canna imbed the fucker. Click on linkage, though. Meanwhile, can’t find other versh’ on video to show. My failure. Excuse me.
Morning Style Merchants. Have you seen the time? Its damn near Noon. So many converging moments come at Noon today. Not gonna manage to satisfy all demands. Or many even. Bearly any. Not gonna. Will you lot except Alan, Alex & Ben’s Fat City in leu of my missing thin line of editorial content. Well, will ya?
Fat City- Allan Vega, Alex Chilton, Ben Vaughn.
Did some research over the weekend, it include these shots by JPGoude. Doppio DB action. Like way he doesnt wear DB by book. Popped collar, fastened unorthodox at times too. G’wan JPGoo’
Jean-Paul Goude- One Man Show- Grace Multiplied, Paris 1982.
Morning Style Mongers. Visited new Ami shop on Duke last week (click). Loved it. Met Alexandre Mattusi, Founder man dem. Liked his casual confident way a lot and his shop and collection were looking bang on. I reported on it, first, in my Sharpener column in The FT H.T.S.I. bout month ago (click). Then it didn’t open. How Parisian. Now it has, go there, mon ami. Honestly. Affordable, chic, unfussy, cool. Likey interior too. Big, open, bright, without being horrid and pared down. Got not proper time for this as impaled on all manner of deadline fuckery Regardless/largely because: took ‘Little Fella Off The Telly’ there the very next day and dropped a ‘bag of sand’* on him/it, there and then. Thats what you call a ‘money vote’, mon Ami.
Painted Parquet floor. A signature Ami thing, with diff’ paint in each shop.
Really digging the mannequin-less interior. It was a cafe called <forgot>, but now is re-opened up with loads of smashing, considered textures and colour. Not got time to go into it now, but will. Also liked the easy clothes style a fair old bit <did I say that already?>. This khaki cotton drill trench was dead good. Just look how the Parisian man is dropping it in London.
Alexandre Mattusi in Ami, Duke Street.
All this chatting bout Paris, cafes, trenches and stuff caused me to talk to Alexandre bout The Style Council Cafe Bleu debut album, 1983. Two British men (or four, depending how you count it) dropping it all over the place, and Paris. Loved that album on so many levels (even tho has some right pony tracks on B-side. Rapping Paul! Was that really wise?). Anyway, as said, gonna put more up later, this is a just a sketch, but one can’t stand still Monday to Monday, can one? Thats not a stance, thats a style capitulation, right? anyway, music. I’m picking this number for now, if my silly, battered soul can take it. Weller sang it too, first, but Trace laid the lyrics down on the album. Too, too much. Everybody, here’s introducing Tracey Thorn and T.S.C. (Gulps…) The Paris Match.
Obvs theres move clothes and sounds to come, right, but I’ve got people chasing me down. Probably deservedly. He’s some cursory stuff to get the mood over a bit <have added since>. When I visited next day met a crew of very warm, easy, chic staff, from Italy, Portugal, France, and even a token Brit. Like them. Is important to have right peoples.
Some Ami SS16 stuff.
Some more upbeat sounds from the album Cafe Bleu are below. Likey?
Headstart for Happiness by T.S.C from Cafe Bleu, also.
Ami interiors are by Studio KO, no relation to Karla Otto, who do the PR!
<Do we need more garms in here or do you lot get it?>
Stubbs out (in the untarnished Metropolis).
NB. Mick Talbot, off of T.S.C,, (also formerly of the Merton Parkas) went to same school as my Dad. Rutlish. South Sides.
PS. Am so, so pleased to find am now at liberty to tread the boulevard floor without fear of ever seeing the deranged, estranged fashion Ex once more. The style gods have smiled on me and deported her circumstantially to Los Angeles. Now thats what I call a headstart for happiness.
Morning Style Mongers. No time for too much proper style & thing right now, but just these tunes to mark the arrival of Spring, right? Spring is in session. Spring is in session. Desert chic a g’wan.
Saw this Balmain jacket back in the winter and thought it was wicked then. It is, and plan to give it a go, somehow. Urban desert safari is how to take the look. Right? Nice loafers, bit of jewellery bit of tan: To be paired with general flash summer bits/bins and maybe a flamboyant scarf, Yves style. Seen?
Balmain desert kimono SS16
Would probably swerve the gladiator sandals for most occasions, though. Whats good bout desert field jackets or shirts is their straight up masculinity, a great foil to the horrid, lurid tourist vista of garms on viddies when travelling. Sports wear travel antidote, also. Best not nause it, tho.
Basically, the desert safari look’s all about field jackets. When have they not been good, mind? There’s a ton of ‘em around for SS16. Maybe means something deserty. C.P. used to do the best field jackets. Not so this season. But keeping the faith. Off to see them later. Big hopes…This is Bottega.
Bottega Venetta SS16 ‘haze’ gaberdine field jacket.
Is actually good. Had the suede on on Freddie Hunt and it looked double good. Might reveal that later, illegally.. Haze suede, ffs. Very gorg’. Lets see if anyone even notices that have published the shot? Sweeney chinos, TAG Heuer Hunt kettle, Smedders as standard, and John Lobb boots. There- there’s some style for you right there.
Freddie in BV.
Seeing two of my films star bods this week, probably both today, so shouldn’t be doing this, should be doing them. That said. its not all been work…
PS. Kimono chic is also gonna be a thing, but one thing at time. For now dig desert and the music team style….
PPS. Fabian track comes courtesy of The Dub Cod. Shout out Micky Richards.
Balmain kimono desert safari thing shot back some point in the miserable winter. And wasn’t it a right shitter this time round?