Archive for November, 2011

REBEL REBEL/BLACK BETTY

Wednesday, November 30th, 2011

Prepping a campaign shoot for tomorrow with JW. Two individuals represented as rebels for TAG Heuer. One’s a rock-climber explorer girl, the other does a spot of telly. Entre Nous  is what we’re basing the styling on. These Black Panther chaps have a bit of a look going down, don’t ya think?


The black body conscious roll-necks and leather is working, so too the black bins. Better go steady with the beret though in case inadvertently access the dreaded Spencer quotient, and am not talking Spencer Hart.

TS out.

‘whoa, Black Betty, bam-a-lam, oooh Betty oh-hm-hm’

MOVEMBER SPAWNED A MONSTER

Tuesday, November 29th, 2011

Charity motivation brandished to effect quite bad facial hair displays. Movember the pun/title doesn’t even work. It should be Mouvember, shouldn’t it. But it’s all for charity, so one cannot say very much. I don’t mind a good ‘tache when I see one.  ’Good’ people being so conspicuous are harder to suffer however.

TS out.

YOU HAVE BEEN WATCHING?

Sunday, November 27th, 2011

Every saturday evening for the last eight weeks, at about 6pm in Wembley, London, possibly the most important men’s stylistic conversation of the week in the U.K., nay the world, takes place. Possibly. It’s the moment when vaunted menswear stylist, GQ Style’s Fashion Director, golden-cherubic-curled Luke Day and I sit down and hammer out exactly what our respective charges are gonna wear on the X Factor that night. Luke looks after Barlow, and I do matey O’Leary. Our stylistic summit channels proper high-brow strategic stuff. Over the canteens finest gelato and a gin Martini, we juxtapose, plot, project and consider the implications of the guest acts to devise the most erudite sartorial solution for the biggest show on tele’s Alpha males to look their most stylish. Then, if we remember, we make sure they’re not wearing same colour tie, (like what happened in week four).

Style summit.

Last night for example, we had to film a bit of tonight’s (Sundays) show in advance. A pre-record, I believe they are called. Right confusing pain in arse they can prove to be. Means you have to not only have Saturday look ready, but tomorrow’s too, and be ready to swap them over dead quick. Mental stuff. That’s where the skill comes in. G.B is in three piece brown Ralph Lauren purple label tonight, I can exclusively reveal, where as Dermot did Thom Sweeney three piece hounds tooth with double-breasted waistcoat last night. Imagine if they’d both come out in those get ups on the same night? They’d look like James Mason and Edward Fox in The Shooting Party. Or Foggy and Combo out of Last of The Summer Wine, depending on your view point.

More of this sort of insight later once I’ve done me mood-boards for TAG Heuer and something rather taxing on my Swiss ball.

TS.


PS. How many of you lot do remember Are You Being Served I wonder?

S.L.G. BIGAMY

Saturday, November 26th, 2011

So the other half of the wifey/wallet parallel, yeah? NB. Don’t have any sort of wifey, just nice two wallets. Now supposed to be ensconced blissfully with new Tod’s wallet. The old model stripped of its credentials: cards, notes, i-ds, Lido membership (yes, am showing off), everything, is resting in the glamorous S.L.G* and jewellery drawer of the Kai Kristiansen. The Dunhill cordovan leather eight card wallet looks very slim again. Pliable and rare.  A bit more lux’ now it’s not about my person everyday. It feels glossier too.

After a couple of days of seeing it in this fresh positive light, have been compelled to bring it back into use. For more rugged forays into the world its tough, yet tactile handle is spot on. They’re more fancy-able when they’re empty for some reason, these wallet affairs. Maybe it’s cause they’ve no trace of you in them. It’s a pain decanting all the innards, but the multi-wallet system works for me. Have the same thing with card holders. Got three on the go. High risk on an Oyster card loss level, but somehow seems churlish not to take advantage of the facilities: Berluti calf leather for daily, grey croc B.C. for night, Smythsons aqua full grain for Riviera/sporting events. For now, at least,  am enjoying a multiple SLG lifestyle.

Anyway. Think have lost perspective on life here slightly, so going for a run. No wallet required.

TS.

* Small Leather Goods. Der. Wanna read my cunningly titled ‘Hide & Sleek’ piece in FT on S.L.Gs? Course you do. (click)

NEW WALLET – NEW WIFEY

Friday, November 25th, 2011

Styled a look for GQ’s best dressed list today thing today. Not one of the list people, but on a model. Did him as Alain Delon in Plein Soleil. The bit when he’s having lunch in that nice hotel. Ah, those were the days… It went OK I think. Tomorrow doing Mr.Porter with him off the tele. Looking forward to meeting Mr.Porter. Have heard he’s a right hoot, and not what you’d expect at all. I hope we all go to lunch together. Like in Plein Sol… oh. Anyway, leaving the dream? Er, sort of.

Anyway, I want you to meet my new wallet. There she is with her family, below. Second from the back. She’s ginger. She’s by Tod’s, obviously (click)

The wallet/wifey is made from ‘pelle martellata’ (hammered leather) and is delightful, dont ya think? Exotic, slim, expensive, new. Wondering why I’m calling the wallet wifey? Could explain but too knackered to articulate at moment. Put it this way. I did have another wallet that I used ’till recently, see? Then I saw this one…

I cannot serve Tod’s and Mammon. Trying to do a symbolic mood-board but forgot how.

TS out.

Note. Conspicuous consumerism is the infidelity of good taste.