Archive for December, 2013


Monday, December 30th, 2013

Afternoon Style Merchants. Told you I was going soft. Started with House of Hackney leopards and now look at state of sofa. Scatter, scatter. The nearest pattern/cushion is by Margo Sellby. Thats nearly all I can say at the moment. I’ve gone.

Everbody run run run, everbody scatter, scatter!

Stubbs out.


Friday, December 27th, 2013

Morning Louche-Lounge-Merchants. While shopping for various last week visited House of Hackney (click) on Shoreditch High Street, and amongst other bits and pieces, treated ‘self to a couple of these leopard scattery guys. H of H is good to visit if looking for a frisson of exotic/oddness. Soft furnishings have long been one of my (many) woefully lacking suits. Would have liked the petrol/teal guys if they’d had ’em, while the maroon verison wouldn’t work with my oatmeal sofa. Classic ‘butterscotch’ leopard it is then. Think will still work nicely with Hague Blue (click) walls when I get ’em done in early Jan, non?

Well cushty.

Then started looking at cutlery as the Madre is treating me to a new set, also long overdue, for Christmas. Thank you kindly Mary. Am bang into Lagouile stuff, probably because thats what they give you in L’Entrocote (click) I think. Maybe I made that up. Regardless, found their rather amusing leopard stake knives (click), decadent & kitch, non? £30 for the set! Non wonder have solded out.

Exotic edgey stakes.

Alongside all this retail gratifucation, also doing some maj’ research into regional Italian tailoring styles. Those fuckers are all on holiday again it would seem. Again. Story of ones life, non? Might as well go running round the floodplains instead. Again. “Long afloat on shipless oceans, I did all my best to style”. Listened to Song To The Siren* while high on a hill yesterday morning in brilliant sunshine. My goodness Liz Frazer is good at singing, non? Makes ya wonder if The Cocteau Twins might have been better off writing more songs with actual words. Just saying. Love your work Liz. Was obsessed by The Cocteaus when was a teen. Dont know why. Maybe thought that was exotic back then. Maybe it was.

Stubbs is out of The Metropolis in foolish boat/Saab Aero.

* written by Tim Buckley.


Wednesday, December 25th, 2013

Morning Yule-Loggers. Couple of things, yeah, regardless of what you’re doing, surely ya need a good sound track, Roger? Just made a double nice little Christmas playlist for entertaining at The Madres yard today. Running alongside petitioning for the campaign to keep vegatable cooking times to single figures (in minutes), the music has gotta be right, right? I’m directing you to my Spotify account, righty? Reckon will half sort your day out if you can log on, trust man (click).

Aretha, Art, the fucking Coldplay, and many more didnt make the cut, however, it’s still plenty popularist in places, yet with Christmas pony-ness extracted. Its also quite a Bluesy affair. Join Spotify for pities sake, and you’ve got a chance. Roger? Am on Twitter as StyleAndErrorUk, and have tweeting up a  link. How simple? Happy Yule you lot.

Stubbs is out of the Yule-Metropolis.


Monday, December 23rd, 2013

Afternoon Cloth-Handlers. A package of two super 120’s grey wools just arrived from Vitale Barberis Canonico in Biella. This is one of them, almost a neutral chalkstripe on grey. How beatifully luxurious, classic yet sexy is this? Sums up how the Italian do ‘The English look’ in a way, no? Wish had this fabric on board in the later summer- things might have panned out differently.

VBC super 120’s.

Quite anxious about the outcome, but dont ask the details, am learning lessons as I go. Fabric, the big, big story in menswear. Must write something about Vitale Barberis Canonico and Francesco who I met last month. Must. He likes a poingant pinstripe. Wheel him on, lets chalk it up.

Stubbs out.


Saturday, December 21st, 2013

Afternoon Last Arrivalists. This marks the beginning of a work free weekend run. Better late than not at all, non? Fuck The X, this is re-claimation.

Thinking about getting my nails done too, then heading West-Sides. Old crew, boots with the fur. Shake to that fine fine music, and all that.

Stubbs out in The Metropolis.