Archive for February, 2016


Friday, February 19th, 2016

Evening Style Merchants. What g’wan, you lot? This is probably really dull post. Don’t care at the moment. Am hoping its cathartic to write, as things aren’t mad cheery. What does one expect, it is February, ffs, so just braving whats coming and keeping on. Here’s a note about The Stubbs family bird bath. Just got back from visiting the Madre last week, her 86th birthday. While was in the Keynsham manor, had another little spot of family ‘loom looting. This time the bird bath. 



 Keynsham Friday night sports special: Bird Bath hurling

Was my Granddads, who I never met, on my Dad’s side. He was called Fred. Frederick Thomas. He was a Victorian. Don, my old man, used to have it in our front garden. During my teenage years, in the 80’s, it used to get hurled through next  doors hedge quite regularly on a Friday and Saturday night, particularly during the summer months. Top bit always, often the pedestal too. Not sure who they were picking on really, Don or me. Or both. Quite funny. I found who the ring leaders were years later. Steve Maggs was the main one. Big fat bloke. I used to laugh at Don’s frustration. Don asked my sisters bricklayer husband, Mac, if he’d apply some mortar to cement the parts together as prevention. Mac suggested he stuck it in the back garden, instead. That did the trick. Much better organised all round. Keeping steady to level my head at the moment. Making errors, but this track is helping. Lee? Tek it away..

And there, at 15 Evenlode Way, the bird bath stayed there until now. Now selling the gaff as Mums ‘gone into’ a home, us siblings are looting at will. Quality heirlooms are a bit thin on the ground as it goes, but doing what we can. You’ve seen the Wedgwood, well the bird is the my next claim.  I love it. I’ve only got a small garden and the little square raised paved plinth I laid looks like it was made for it. It looks better in the small space, I think. No one else has seen it, bar you lot. I’ve got mainly rather bourgeois birds that visit, so been filling it with San Pellegrino. Seems to be kicking off pretty well with the peanut crew. 


Eveninglode Way,  back in the day. Well…this time last year.

The bath reminded me of something from this Spinal Tap clip. See below. Stone’enge…. Mr.Dapper Matt Biffa pointed this out on Instrgam too. “Stonehenge. Where the Banshees live and they do live well.” too silly/funny.


Bird bath scene, E5.

I had something else to mention but it escapes me. Style based maybe… Ah yes, my mid-life crisis in a box arrived. Can be bothered to get em out, too blunted. Too, too blunted. 


 Cuban middle-life crisis, by Saint Laurent

Worn ’em to Mr.Porter/Esquire bash last night at Savile Club with Holden. It was good. Stuff to talk about, but not got the energy of the verve to even try and make it interesting. Thanks for bearing with. Boot related track below is for free. Step out of Babylon.

Note. No ones done any bath hurling yet, but I’ve learned to be cautious.

Stubbs* out. 

*Only remaining Stubbs branch/name carrier, bar The Madre.



Tuesday, February 16th, 2016

Evening Style Merchants. Going through brief stationary moment at the moment. Will be back at full speed again soon. Madres 86th birthday tomoz and the like, requires direct action. Its all in hand, yeah?

 Thinking inside the envelope.

Mary doesnt read the blog anymore, so can reveal have got her two handbags from John Lewis, nice ones mind, to choose one (other goes back, using the infamous no-squiggle refund) as her current one is doing everyones head in. Its not even bloody leather, and its filled with shite/detritus (de-shitetus?) (following quote from resent correspondence during research) ..

“can’t be too small as it needs a certain number of pairs of glasses (4-6), Ventolin/Berotec inhalers (2-4), boxes of Cocodamol junky strength (numerous packets) and over a hundred and twenty screwed up tissues, various…”

If the list got ya down, try this little song above, also from December playlist. Its a cracker, non? A The Pretenders cover, obvs. So, the new bags will usher in a new era. I fancy a new era. Cant eat tonight, just just drinking tea, student style…Also got Mary some big clean white mens handkerchiefs. She’ll be well pleased. With it all. I think. Right.

Stubbs out.


Valentines Day Massacre open casket. Amaryllis to go, go.

Madre Gift pile.


Saturday, February 13th, 2016

Morning Style Mongers. Down at the Lido, it was so dismal, I was just standing with shock in my black Speedos. Sad description, oh I was just looking for you….. do excuse moi, just needed to get that off my chest. Right, so its The Baftas this Sunday, so tons of good, bad & ugly black tie efforts to gawp at on the red carpet. Saw that Jeremy Hackett last night down the Savoy with his crew. He can certainly cut it for black tie. Look at him: telling it like it is. Has even done himself a black Cartier Tank, too. Black Tie/Black Kettle. Did in his shed at home with some refined hammerite and a pair of tiny pliers he got out of a posh cracker, ffs. Bamford who?


Mr.Hackett does black&white

Another take on black tie below from Smith, deconstructed style.

Patti – Rodondo Beach – does black tie.

Jeremy looked immaculate yet relaxed as ever last night. He had a small white leather dog looking out of his pocket. All executed effortlessly and correctly, but subtly relaxed. Does help if you are Mr.Hackett in these instances though.

Feeling Rodondo Beach this weekend as its a sad but good song about someone being gone. Topical. 


Black Tank

Later on today…Down on the red carpet, it was so dismal, actors just standing with ties and their braces. <insert rest of comments-working on it>. Found this actually from Bamford Watch  x Cartier. Its a Nail bangle, but PVD’d. Limited to invite only, for Christ sake. Good though.



Carts x Bamford Coffin Nail Bangle.

 I was looking for you but you had gone, gone

Stubbs out.


Friday, February 5th, 2016

Evening Style Merchants. Did some blistering Speed Flâneuring Thursday/yesterday. Aside from catching up on last minute bits for Ed Skrein’s Deadpool looks for NYC press, I generally packed him off nicely for The Model film  he stars in (click), with the press do in Gothenburg today, see below. He’s in Thom Sweeney grey cashmere corduroy three piece, charcoal Smedley polo neck and grey John Lobb Oxfords. After that, in lieu of downtime,  was even running returns about the gaff like a worky, by hand/Saab, just to take edge off the mounting Flying Flea courier bill.


 Skrein and Maria Palm at screening. Star in The Model, in  Gotthemberg 

As was in The Metropolis and Aero’d up, was not a problem, slotted between dipping into  LMC, Orlebar Brown, A&S, and Jean Rousseau to say hello, touch cloth, order new bespoke suit and watch strap respectively. See below for the dull iphone swatch snaps. (So miss my camera, Fuck you Canon: get on and mend it you slags). However Thursday day was more of a limber up for Christos’ ‘Homecoming’ exhibition, in Dalston, see previous, which was naturally very good. Liked the Tolera photographs a great deal. Plus the bare heads gathered  in unusual space was a smashing upbeat moment. Between Weatheral, Roland, Perry,  McKell, <blah> and Jack The Pak + the usual inner circle, it was lively gallery of jokers/players and hat wearers. Beret count was disappointingly low though, at only one.  <Gonna get images and insert, righty?>


Gieves & Hawkes choco-cash’ with mink collar, AW14

So, I dropped a new look been thinking bout for the event, working title Rockin’ Car Lot Magnate.  Its basically the mink&mere Gieves coat above, dropped with Canali ivory silk blazer, a vest, jeans and MrHare Sony brown suede boots (clicky) with a cuban heel. Plus a big blow dry and a bit of yellow gold. Was double happy with that flex for a glam-gall-openin’ look, ’till Holden’s bowled up and instantly tourettes/renamed it “Orthodox Jew evacuates building hurriedly” Danger: Rabbi in state of undress..

Really took the edge off it for me. I’d been so full of praise for his Snacks Precusion phone call concept, only hours before. Typical. Didn’t stop me taking JacMac & Peter Perry to The (Correct) Mangal, which is all of 110 yards away, on Arcolas. Had a sartorial/culinary clash issue then regarding layers. One simply can’t  sit & eat a Special with Outlaws* in a ivory silk blazer, right? So stripped it off. When Christos arrived, he totally tore the arse out of me for eating in a packed Mangal with only a singlet and gold jewellery on. Said looked like was taking piss out of the in house Gon-bers**. But what, what to do? Eventually slipped the Canali blazer back on, only to promptly chilli sauce the fuck out of it. No conception..

mink&blow dry in rain

“Orthadox Jew Unexpected Building Evacuation” look in rain.

Boring stuff coming up: This flannel felt like a luxury fabric choice, as realised I don’t reach for dark suits much any more in my wardrobe anymore. Three piece DB, with wide, high, seriously pleased pants,  by Anderson&Sheppard. Non? Rejected a choc/charc’ POW with strong cobalt blue overcheck, as just don’t fink wanna wear dark lounge suits full stop. iPhone snap is pony though. Did I mention that Canon are wankers? They are. Am telling Margolis at the FT ’bout them if they don’t fix up/my camera.


9oz melanagey, minky, flannel.

As already dragged on about this; ordered another watch strap for my perpetual grime attracting IWC Ingeniuer. Taupey crocco from Jean Rousseau


Croc-strap, mink/grey? its an emerging theme..

In other style news, concerned hair might be Louis Van Gaaling-out a bit (click). Far from ideal: Basically syrup-tendencies, and set too far back on the head. Last week it (DonaldTrumped to fuck with too much swirl/volume, now its bleeding well Gaalin’ all over shop…No conception. Talking of which, is Emilys Luxury Book Club 2 tonight at Genesis cinema (click). Martin Amies London Fields is zi book in qvestion.


Martin Amies in black tie. Tonight at Luxury Book Club II.

last one was good, but Amis/London Fields debate will be more controversial/entertaining of  who’ I reckon. Seems like only last week or so was L.B.C. No.1. But it weren’t. December was a long, long way away, on the other side.. On that note, I’ll leave you.

Stubbs out.

PS. This is another track from December 2015’s playlist, more telling that one ever knew at time. 

* Outlaw Josie Wales, Quails.

** Gon-berserk, Turks.


Skrein in grey/green Thom Sweeney cashmere-cord.


Tuesday, February 2nd, 2016

Evening Style Merchants. So lets viddy some style & stuff from the shows that just went down. Double regret not being about to witness certain moments in Paris mens, but alas was socially thwarted. A couple of omissions haunt me.  The Umit Benan (click) show was one event I’d particularly love to have been at. Just looh at it, ffs? Benan is a full-blown banging Style-Monger. Non? This is the best show out of the lot of ’em. Quote me, bitches.

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Check his site. He’s not doing bloody fashion: He’s doing resonant styled characters in context. Too, too good. Actually cool. Am gonna try and get immersed. Latest chapter, debuted in Paris the other week was ‘Tokyo Diaries“.

Umit Benan AW16-6583

Stick the track on below, the boys fancy a shuffle, right guys?

Japan lads style is great but confusing in this instance. Semi-ignore it, Roger?

Menswear Fall/Winter 2016-2017

Benan’s a masterful stylist, but also he’s channeling masculinity so convincingly yet not in daft fash’ manner, we must take note. Casting is spot on, too.

Menswear Fall/Winter 2016-2017

Kimono influence is gonna be a thing, trust man.

Menswear Fall/Winter 2016-2017

 Some other stylish stuff from Umit AW16

Will get more articulate tomorrow, really I will, but for now wanted to show and tell.

Stubbs out.

Umit Benan AW16-6720

 Still or sparking?