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August 2011



Master of Ceremonies at the wedding was Mr.Bailey. His particular presence was perfect for the role. His gradual consumption during the day less so. The speeches took on unexpected colour and resonance under his guidance. Aubs has been on the crew from original times, and his stances are often potent. Not to mention the artful wisdoms he’s bestowed upon us. No time to bang on, so will let Mr. Bailey take the floor. By the time I nabbed him, he was feeling shy, but I prized a stance out of the retiring fellow. He speaks Italian too. It’s just so all about Italy right now.


Am back on the heel of boot that is Italia, and this time it’s serious. Well, serious-ish.  Am gonna post about style when out here in Puglia, but also about life and style combined. There is one matter of Italian related style I’d like to mention. Heard of Anna Dello Russo? Course you have. Well, A.D.R. and I have just become the Editors At Large for Macys I.N.C (click). She is what you should probably call my better half, and she can’t half run, I’ll give her that much. She’s got a few opinions about style too. If you wanna see what we’ve been up to click on link about. Made a little film and everything (click). An Englishman in New York would be one way of describing it. Cavorting  joker poses about in Jag would be another. Have a shufty. It was a hoot making it.

Anna Dello Russo: Italian enough for you? (click)

Meanwhile, this is a slice of our pal Nigel’s gaff in Puglia. Nice lighting Nigel. Nice. The shot of the ‘porch’ isn’t so exciting. However, it does allow me to do a painting  joke, last line only. Man who is doing odd jobs for rich fella: “I finished painting your porch sir. But by the way, it’s not a porch, it’s a Ferrari”.

Stubbs out for coffee.



Mr. Dyton is in training for a boxing match taking place very shortly. He’s fighting for his gym in NYC against a London one at York Hall. His old nickname was Rob the Eighth. I suggest he should now be called Rob the Three Quarters as he weighs 75Kg. Just a thought. Meanwhile, back at the wedding, Bob the Dyton was keeping it trad’ and proper. The laughing cameraman, as he is also known, has always been a dapper fellow. Robert, this time the camera is on you..


Will add in the details of the stance later, except for his scentage, as he’s been kind enough to send the link to me already. (click on brand names for links)

Acqua di Colonia 1612 by Officina Santa Maria Novella (click) Out by two digits there Rob, and you used to such a pedant when pointing out errors in my Sunday Times Style column. Tusk. (NB. not the fragrance Tusk)

-Church’s Oxford toe cap lace up.

-Mark Powell three piece suit. Go on site and see Dyton model for Powell.

Stubbs out on a roof top in Puglia at dusk , alone listening to dub step. Cool?


This is of course my pal Toby, the groom. More wedding related style stuff is going up shortly. For now, while I travel to Puglia this Cheshire cat in a suit will hold the fort. Or Priory in actual fact.



Arrived a tad late, hippy style (Jac, mother of groom aboard) last night, so stayed at country pub with the McLellan clan till last orders, drinking only two glasses of wine. What sort of wine did they do I asked? “Small, Medium and Large.” was the reply. Personally I do love a drop of the old Medium, so went for that.

I got a call from Jeremy, my first B&B host at 9.30pm. He was concerned. Apparently protocol dictates you arrive before midnight at a country B&B, before 7.30pm in fact. “Its all on the web site” he told me. Whoops. Rally driving through Suffolk avoiding deer is exhilerating, especially with no reception and thus no map. Found it though. 12.15am, which I think is pretty reasonable for a city dweller.

In the morning I apologied of course, and told him to log on to Style&Error: Its all on the website. There is no reception here. Shudder.

This is what I’m wearing, with a suit and all that too, naturally. People want a tie?! I’ll give you a tie. Vintage Pucci OK? Am in with B&B II now. Pete&Sue. They seem to understand me. Pete even owned a Tommy Nutter. Bullseye. Taxi!

I will be back with stuff.

TS out of reception at the reception.

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