Morning Style Fundamentalists. Clements, below, art school band got me listening to this track for my St.Ives run yesterday. Umpteen different versions up and down the hills. Its dead good. Crashing pianos and bright sunshine with near heart explosion exertion. Euphoric stuff. Diesel lived across the road from me in West London. Him and his pals made this, with vocal from Clements. Gonna do it all again now.
Morning Style Mongers. Dont wish to bore ya with holiday snaps, but this was the sunrise half an hour ago viewed from my sofa bed in the front room of Rose Lodge, St.Ives. Dont even have to move my head to clock this spectacle. Killer view of harbour, no?
Even if I do move my head about quite dramatically when out & about in St.Ives however, I cannot escape the slew of fleece that appears compulsory holiday garb. Never look Croc-Wise (down), but the man-made down-vista is inescapable. Perhaps its how people let themselves know they’re on their hols, or on ‘Down Time’ as it were. Whatever happened to knitwear? Madre and I bowled to lunch yesterday in knits/cash-blazer, touch of gold, loafers and Hermes scarves. Madre’s stick helps to clear a path through the aimless hoards somewhat. I must look like such an old Queen, but don’t care. I’ve got the Williams Blood in me, (Kenneth), as Grace would say. This sort of look from Gucci’s Lapo Elkann made to measure collection/offering would be good to arrive in. Then moving into more holiday like stances as ones stay progressed, no? I rather like Lapo’s capsule made to measure offer. More of that later.
Lapo at Gucci arrival look.
Here’s his little trunk Lapo takes with him on his travels. Wasn’t Lapo the fourth Marx brother for a while? Maybe am confused. Interesting Guc’ dont get Lappers to model it himself. Too, too ginger perhaps? Instead No.1 global male model Clement Chabernaud is used. Who looks just like David Byrne, open and shut case, right?
This is almost Byrne does Riviera Car Dealer, without the scarf, no?
Byrne Riviera salesman/spiv.
This, by the way, is Rose Lodge shot from the harbours edge, with Aero outside. The steps lead to the dark front door, next to our living room/my bedroom window. Thats it from the front. Madre lodges at the back of the lodge in the bedroom. Its a great place and has served the Stubbs’s well for decades. Will tell the story of the arcade tracksuit scene another time, but the memories are never far away. Nor is Jus’ Desserts, 20 yards, perhaps, who’re supplying all our nocturnal ice cream needs.
Gotta dash. Gotta equalise that gelato quotient. Gotta get self running out and about the gaff in lycra before the fleeces take over. Maybe I am as bad as the fleece-heads myself. Big lunch with sis’ today. Gonna Riviera Spiv it right up for the occasion, including any scattering. “Everybody run run run, every body scattter, scatter!” as The Kwanza Posse rightly point out (click).
Stubbs is bang out of The Metropolis.
PS. Talking of killer views, here’s Clements and his band to wake you up edgily…
Afternoon Ponderers de la Moda. No particular clarity on matters this weekend, but stick Patti on from the outset and this will make much more sense. She’s down the bottom. Feel free to string this lot of stylistic issues together however you fancy. For starters, how may keyrings in your keyring wardrobe? Please don’t tell me you’re not running a K.W. It’s all about quick release affairs for easy adaptation, right? A different ring for a different mood/attitude is key.
This fellas is a representation of the J.M.Weston/Charlie Casely Hayford collab that am gonna tell you about, possibly breaking my own Umbongo. The quilted suede soft calf and and the JMW 180 loafer motif is all part of it. Note quick release feature. Will bring you more opinion on K.W style. It’s crucial stuff. Talking of quick-release, also pivotal for a true-pros stance, is the right fragrance to run in, never mind what to swim in? Don’t think this stuff doesn’t count. It so might.
Hermes Eau de Cologne.
This eau de cologne level of Hermes is right for sport, TV Presenters/that ilk (click). Hermessence (click) is for connoisseurs/those that know. Am currently rolling with Epice Marine, the new one, but Vetiver Tonka is double spesh too. While youre sporting your racy-sport-frag, having a think about what style of austerity-chic speaker cable you rolling with? Weigh it up. It’s the new thing from Urban Cottage Industries (click). Less than 8 ohms per k. Not done an Omh for an age (click). So this is good news. They’ve dont some other new bits too, but just waiting on some testing to clear before really banging on about it. This stuff looks smart, no? Might be just the thing for when finally get yard up together. Finally..
Urban Cottage Industry racing green speaker cable.
Talking of k, its lbs thats on my mind. And how many lbs of ashes constitutes a good scattering. Know what I mean? Picking up the Madre today and then tomorrow we’re taking Don Stubbs’ ashes to St.Ives to scatter them about a bit. It’s not our raison d’etre, thats general leisure seeking, but its something correct that should be done. Funeral mob have over-delivered rather. Seven pounds, ffs. Kick it off in the pub singer style please Pat.
So, dont worry, it aint a doom and gloom caper. Sister/S&E Editor is coming down too for a spell. Stubbs family love St.Ives, see, so we’re not sweating it. Gotta devise a good scattering look mind. Thinking new cashmere Armani blazer/Rubinacci scarf, but might have to take brush in case of blow back. Thesbian/Riviera Spiv. Lets see eh? Leaving my edgy, Welsh decorator to stay in my gaff while away to finish hall and kitchen. Hoping pans out better than previously.
Morning Style Merchants. Busy? Please do not even enquire, I’d only let you down. Again. Saw this bag for transporting riding essentials at Hermes press thing. Cotton toile and Barenia calfskin. One puts one’s helmet, riding boots and riding accessories in it, of course. My boots got thieved out the back of the Saab 900, yet I still want the bag.
Morning Style Mongers. How was the shriekend? Feel like once mine got going, it wouldn’t bleedin’ stop. In fact, it’s not under control yet. Going to the Gaultier opening at Barbican tonight (clicky) with Lyall (clicky). Dropping sauve Sexton to keep up with the outre crowd as best I can.
Who remembers Junior Gaultier? I loved that gear. About 1987 or so I thought it was the chicest thing you could be busting and lodged other denim in favour of cardboard stiff, dark washes with that prestigious white enamel badge. Remember? Cant even find them on the internet. By the way, its still Grace week on here. Miss.Jones got an extension. Like this version of She’s Lost Control (click). Do you?
So Lyalls crew for tonight look pretty interesting, or fierce, as I believe the term is. Hope nothing untoward happens. Sort of. Its the beginning of the week, so must behave accordingly and not lose control. Roger?
Grace Jone/Jean Paul Gaultier.
Will update with an update about what goes down, date.
Jones in JPG.
PS. Just couldn’t help put Joy Division up. Couldnt.