Archive for January, 2013

SPORTS & LEISURE

Wednesday, January 30th, 2013

Is bowling a sport? What I really wanna talk about is last night’s bowling, but the shoe related images that go with are too, too awful. Clown’s plimsolls, not even bowling shoes. I’ve never worn such an ugly shoe in my life. At best they were Elton in his Seventies prime: Spectator Sneakers almost. What happened to little Mod-ish bowling shoes? Planned whole look to work with those. Meanwhile, I also want to talk about sports jacket style. Have I run this Berluti shot before? I can’t find it, or remember if I have. Did I say Berluti was looking good before?

Berluti SS13 handwoven silk/linen sports jacket.

Excuse me if repeating, it’s an age thing. Having written about sports jacket positives quite a bit, I don’t wear them. This I must remedy. Even my Mum has started banging on I should be wearing one. Mary is right, so am gonna get cracking on the sports jacket scene. Meanwhile, is bowling a sport, and if so should you wear a sports jacket like this while doing it? In the horror-clown shoes it hardly matters.

Rake SS13 Madras check sports jacket

If it’s not a sport I picked up quite a lot of injuries for a pastime. Double finger wrench with first bowl- proper school boy error. Solicited ‘have you held a bowling ball’ advice from two potential Alpha bowlers. Then there was the reverso-delivery attempt in which I quite sharply tweaked my Achilles tendon with a ball. Don’t ask. I also fell over trying high velocity delivery as seen deployed by a technician testing the lane. Quite bad. I also won. Have that. Two rounds, twelve people. Won the first. Two fingers to the would-be Alphas. Ouch! Not those two. After victory one, thought, right really gonna try for the second. Whole thing went to shit. Sports psychology is odd. So is sports prosecco. Still, I’ll take the first triumph. The shoes however, I simply cannot be a sport about.

Stubbs out.

My clown shoe shame.

GREEN CROSS DRESS CODE

Tuesday, January 29th, 2013

Been researching for a bit of fragrance copy, ended up googling ‘Splash It All Over’. Aside some steamy footage of Henry Cooper and Kevin Keegan, I discovered this style showcase in the guise of Keegan’s Green Cross Code footage. The roll neck, the check sports jacket, the necklace, its all too, too good Kevin. What went wrong?

Has he still got all this gear one wonders? I’d try the coat on Matey Off The Telly if I could. Not mad keen on Alvins outfit, but his lyrics are good. Also attention to detail with gloves, and sideburns. Allegros and Maxis and Marinas everywhere on the road. No wonder punk happened.

As you were men.

Stubbs out.

HORN SUPREMACY

Saturday, January 26th, 2013

It’s simply too, too obvious to put a ‘getting the horn’ based title up, so I shall resist. Regardless I flatly refuse to put a shoe on without a horn. It’s an insult to one’s shoemaker, not to mention undignified. These colourful little fellas from Church’s (click) are therefore a boon, no?

I warn security at airports that they’ll need one to hand before removal, a sort of horn ultimatum. That puts the boot on the other foot of this power dynamic. Yeah. Regardless, I right fancy one of they (in the Bristol vernacular).

Immersion in whole co-respondent scene has made me think perhaps co-res shoes should come with a matching shoe horn for swift exits from Brighton/Gstaad hotels room. More of this sort of adventurous tooling up later.

Stubbs out.

TILL DEADLINE DO US PART

Thursday, January 24th, 2013

Afternoon restless style merchants everywhere. Commuted from Geneva to The Dome yesterday, also known at the ‘Pregnant Trampet’. Things are double good this week, but no time to stop and think, having to keep up with writing and such while in transit. Travelling to work can be a drag, but via cable car my work ethic was uplifted. For once a travel decision this week was an innovative and correct one. Pretty stealthy stuff. The 10kilo carry-on only luggage on way out, less so.

Okay commuter.

From three days at the SIHH ‘watch luxury leisure park’ was then transported to working on a TV Awards do broadcast from the plump Trampet last night. Peculiar, inelegant place that. Great getting there by cable though I have to say. Almost the highlight of my working day.

Does my Trampet look big in this?

The real pinnacle of events was however meeting the charming Una Stubbs. More from the cultural Hades that is the National TV Awards later. Actually no. No more, as peculiar and inelegant where taken to new levels, but I will say Matey off the box was on form last night.

Two for one at Tom Ford this week.

Have a shufty at British TV classic ‘Till Death Do Us Part’ with Una as Rita Garnet. The shots of the beginning are very similar to what I saw yesterday. There’s a link for you. Did I mention I was busy, yeah? Nearly found self watching a whole bleedin’ episode. “Hark at Beau Brummel!” says Rita some way into the epi’ (TV for episode btw). Later on Spike Milligan black/browns up for his part, then opens up his FT. Ironic, as thats what am on deadline for. Quite, quite mad what we used to broadcast. Bleedin’ deadlines.

Stubbs over (The Thames) & out.

PS. Alternative title was considering was ‘In Slickness & In Stealth’.

CROISSANT EMBARGO

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2013

Made it to the watch convention in the end. Saw many watches by a dozen brands. Liked a unusual abstracted design on the face of a Van Cleef’ watch. They called it Deco, but it looks almost Futuristic. Meanwhile, everything else is embargoed till I’ve had a croissant.

“Anyone seen Arpels?”

Will give you some more on the M.O.P. fella later. For now gotta get back to the peculiar womb ike hanger that is SIHH. A pseudo-luxury haven, you can have any drink or any lunch at any time and the pace never changes. Everyone is on the same energy. Its odd. Almost Logan Run-like.

Bit busy for a post as it goes. See you at the National TV Awards, yeah?

Stubbs out.