Archive for November, 2014


Sunday, November 23rd, 2014

Morning Style Spachelors. I am very envious of Valetino’s hair do in this Andy Warhol portrait from bout 1984. Nice, light blowy. Brandelli reckons he’d just had his nose done. Who’s not up for a bit of self improvement? Its a lovely nose too.  He is signing V, right.

Val’ Garavani by Andrew Warhol.

Got a bit smeared out of shape down VF friday night with C.B.C.B.Barker, so can think of little thats particularly enlightening. Valentino’s wearing a Cariter Love bracelet, which he managed to get in the shot too. Nice work.

Star-wood: Silver toe co-resps by Nicholas Kirkwood and blower.

Also metallic, I chose to bust the Kirkwoods out to White Rabbit (click) * and VF to ring the ch, ch, changes. Oddly quite like ’em as an action shoe, as have vibram sole. Proper sportif. Meanwhile, its all about volume at the moment, hence the blower, as getting it where I can. Thinking of installing a permanent hair dryer at MingCorp on Albermarle with some Kevin Murphy Rough Rider so can always access an early evening blowy when out in The Metropolis. Might also do a suit based stance with the silver Kirkers today for the XF session later. Might. This isn’t really effective journalism though, is it?

Stubbs out.

* Which was double good. We drank a bottle of Luddite.


Wednesday, November 19th, 2014

Afternoon Style Merchants. Had plejza of introducing The Madre, Mary, to Edward Sexton and his wife Jo yesterday. Business goes on, but with Ma riding shotgun in the Aero, which is a hoot.

Edward and Mary outside Scallini’s

Hoping to get hands on some Cifonelli looks for my Evans film chap too. Am properly digging their RTW offer, new for SS15. Likey? Even dont mind the boutenier flower guy, a la Rake mag motif. This is a show however, not a shoot. Or an high tea.

Cifonelli SS15

Later today its a reccie of the Map Room at The Claridges for special mission, and a jaunt round Liberty’s for some bits for Mother. Resuming normal, piss-poor service later in week perhaps.

Stubbs out.

More Cifonelli SS15


Sunday, November 16th, 2014

Morning Style Mongers. This is a pictorial review of Tuesdays runnings. Might be swifter to get off chest than by writing. Might also be pony, so shall see. “Look fellas, I’m in park”, for example see below, just isn’t working for me. Daggnabbit, I’ll persevere .

Big thick tree in London Fields.

Better inject some style or gonna lose ya. This was the end of the schedule, Gieves&Hawkes Flagship (or Lagship as was later on) relaunch at No.1 Das Row, and to celebrate a collab with Vitale Barberis Canonicio Mill. Francesco VBC himself was there, sat next to him.  Its the grandest thing seen executed on Das Row ever, unless forgetting something. Full credit to JB and his massive and TheMasseyInc.

Jason Basmajian & I at Gieves&Hawkes flag ship shop relaunch. JB is using Boston gang sign to say he’d like to move on to cocktails now.

JB is in Gieves (no shit!) cream sacky cloth (will check) dinner jacket, and I’m in Brunello Cucinelli blue cashmere mix with Emma Willis cream silk pique dress shirt. Lanvin tie. Moving Nick Roeg style progress through proceedings, here is Harrods early at bout 2pm.

Loro Piana mannequin looking pretty dashing at Harrods on floor walk with Jason Broderick.

Spent hour or two with Harrods menswear overload J.Broderick. Good to get briefed on whats actually going down on the shop floor of the luxury retail space station hovering above Knightsbridge that is Harrods. (Note. Went back to that dubious manor later in the week. Someones brand opened a misguided shop that is largely blue, with largely blue product and everything. Pretty, pretty horrid stuff).

Touch cloths-Caccioppoli check fabric chosen for Zilli two piece just commissioned.

Turns out the message is all about the new, smart comfort. Fact. Goddit? Will explain in the HTSI. Meanwhile, I properly rinsed dat Oyster Tuesday, and made it up to Weighouse Street to link Matey off the Box and the Sweeney bunch.

More cloth touching with D.O’L. Matey of The Telly with Thom Whiddett at Thom Sweeney.

Btw, Thursday the dashing duo opened their new RTW/MTM shop on Brutton Place. Brilliant shop, with so much excellent gear in it. It’s a new offer/idea as far as I can tell. The stuff’s hanging there, all curated like, and you order your own versions MTM. Easy, right? That whole evening deserves post of its own, frankers.

Also too DOL to drop an order at Hardy Amies, for a Signature Bespoke suit for him. Also deserves its own post. Not sure have any images. Quite bad. There is this though…

Keeping it real with silver 15 denier socks with Alberto Moretti velvet slippers featuring silver polka dot bows.

Was happy with the silver almonds, but hated the presence of a pocket square. Was a sort of vintagey shade, so worked with cream shirt, but just felt like too, too much. Let the thing slide away in the end. Simple is better now men. Clean. Especially if wearing interstella socks, right? Evening was double good. Here’s ultimate Editorial Guv’nor Gillian de Bono of HTSI in a doppio JB dinner scenario.

Rare JB- GdeB-JB formation.

This post took bleeding ages and not sure how useful its been to anyone. Retink.

Stubbs out.


Saturday, November 15th, 2014

Morning Stardust Merchants. Was so pleased with putting some chocolate brown cotton drill drapes up at the new sash/bay window* last night, that freaked out in a moonage daydream, lost myself in The Rise & Fall of the things, consequently stopping writing and all of that stuff. Gotta do it now, so cant update on week. Shame. Was a good, good week, but for now, gonna have just offer up my Ziggy Stardust sock stance from Tuesday at Gieves bash.

Star-Mond Rocks.

My silver glitter-almonds are part of a family tradition. Sister Julie, proper Dave Disciple, did spray her plaster-casted arm silver to watch him perform in 1973. I could go on, but think better if Dave lays out his silvered agenda himself.

Ziggy does Moonage Daydream.

Stubbs far out.

*temporary measure mind.

There’s a Starbust waiting in bay.

Pure temps mind. Temps.


Tuesday, November 11th, 2014

Morning Style Merchants. Andy* had it so right when he (apparently) talked about the journey to the party being the best bit by far. Slipped into Soho late last night on a covert research mission. 14 minutes from E5-W1, Clapton to Dean Street, with E2-E4 (click) doing its level best to get the atmos’ going. Too, too exciting. These two below are by Aubercy (click),  a Parisian shoe marque who appear to call themselves ‘Souliers‘. I am don’t know nearly enough about them, but an esteemed, super-sophis’ client has drawn my attention to their ‘Sneaker’ collection. I know they’ve got sole. If they didn’t they wouldn’t be in here.

Aubery ‘Sneakers’.

I shall be immersing self in the Soulier scene and what is possible. Double refined, unusual trainer  hybrids is what these guys are. There’s more pictures at the end. Meanwhile, the exit from Soho back the Clapton Village was as/if not more exhilarating than entry, with bright blue and bright pink skies at dawn looking insane, with spires and blocks and angles kicking off in all manner of provocative ways. Shocking stuff. Makes one wonder why not doing that every morning. To keep the momentum going this morning, ’bout to cycle the Pash’ Sov’ Rod’ to London Fields cycles to get it re-illuminated, spoked, tuned and generally tweaked. I’ll run around the borough for a bit then back, in two out of three parts of a triathlon-(did the swim yest’, so effectively a drawn out affair that include night driving as additional element). The day is set get steadily more industrially glamourous from there, first via the Luxury Space Station that is The Harrods. Doing a floor walk, right? Then taking Matey off the Telly to my boys at Thom Sweeney. Also stopping off via Amies to view their excellent, new ‘Signature Bespoke’ service (more on that later as its so, so good). Later the Italian Ambassadors up to something on Grosvenor Square, which simply must slip through, hoping to take my most highly ranking of all Editors along with me. No messing.

Soul Love by Dave from Rise and Fall of Z.Stardust.

Then Jason Basmajian, (and Massey Inc) at Gieves are doing something with The Vitale Barberis Canonico crew at their gaff on The Row. Its black tie and ting, so better pull das finger out. Whats not to report on later in week? Just hope its not all about the journey again, and get to tell ya what actually went down. Might just take a series of photos and see if can capture something, journo style. Nothings gonna top the start of this one though, (so it is all effectively down hill from now on). Just kidding. Cant wait.

Stubbs out in The Metropolis.

* Warhol.

PS. This is Dave doing Andy. Quite interesting, no? Has he had his mouth glued into position?

Need a little space. Reckon this is enough?

Bunch of trois-soles.

sole pour Rupesh…