Morning all you Style Mongerinos. How good is this track by William Onyeabor with David Byrne & Money Mark? Its on The Tonight Show, with that bloke. They joined his band The Atomic Bomb! Band. Quite mental. There are clothes to go in this post too, but lets kick off the music. Bill&Dave, tek it…
Lyrics are brilliant. “Now I want you to tell me how I look!?” …lots more to talk bout re William. No time, so just watch and listen to him I suppose.
A super good question?
Saw a brand called Mr&Mrs Italy in Milan. Its fantastic, man. Outwear classics reworked in wicked fabrics, including washed leathers adorned with patches, appliqué stuff and painted on designs. How good does this look?
Mr&Mrs Italy leather bomber.
Peace, love and appliqué to all men.
PS. Check this classic from William: Atomic Bomb. Heavyweight.
Evening Style Merchants. You seen how this month panning out in UK? Its gonna rain. Trust, its gonna come down pretty heavily at some point as well as it is bizarrely now for June. Fancy something different? Stick on the coat below on by Sealup and It’s Gonna Rain by Reich and see how it fits. Take it Steve..
Steve Reich- Its Gonna Rain.
What with recent torrents, been thinking bout the rain. Am double digging the Explorer Trench from Sealup. With bonded wool flannel lining, lapels and collar and cotton drill water repellent outwear. Also has a plush, removable fox-fur leather interior and additional collar trim. Adore Sealup. Such a good brand, with totally cool product. Sealup open a new shop on Via Brera in Milan come September. S.o…cool, yeah?
Sealup Explorer Trench.
In other news, am interviewing Patrick Grant, the menswear designer, at the Hoxton Hotel in Holborn, next Tuesday, (click). More light notes to come with next downpour.
Morning Style Mongers. Just to confirm, I’m in with The In Crowd, I go where the In Crowd goes etc.. in todays case, its Paris. Wonder if they’ll let us out again if we vote out? Might have to plot in with the out crowd. Was exciting being in a polling station for such significant gig. Resisted urges to take ‘significant’ pictures of everything and tried to say in the moment.
There’s more good lyrics you know?
“I’m in with the “In” crowd
And I know what the “In crowd knows (How to have fun!)
Any time of the year, donґt you hear? (How to have fun!)
Dressin’ fine, makin’ time…”
so, so Paris Mens Fashion Week, non?
“We breeze up and down the street
We get respect from people we meet
They make way day or night
They know the “In” crowd is out of sight..”
Morning The Style Merchants. Am in Pitti and it is hilarious and affirming to witness the Pitti Peacocks are still out in over accessorised force and continue to put the cock into peacock. There are exceptions, natch. This geeza was dropping ivory, cream & choc to stirling effect. Yes Rudie. Put me in mind of this track by Ian Dury. Check the lyrics. Too, too good for Pitti. Take it Ian, old chap. “Dagenham Royal Swagger!”
Ivory, cream, choc-chic at Pitti. Rude.
“Hey, with your natty threads and your nifty dreads And your Dagenham royal swagger With your tricky spiels and your Cuban heels And the face of a carpet-bagger With your sweet cologne and your mobile phone And the moves of a desperado You will cut a swathe on your gangster’s lathe And an overdose of bravado”
“Hey, with your natty threads and your nifty dreads And your Dagenham royal swagger With your tricky spiels and your Cuban heels And the face of a carpet-bagger
With your sweet cologne and your mobile phone And the moves of a desperado You will cut a swathe on your gangster’s lathe And an overdose of bravado”
Flossin’ with the Luxury Doge himself, Brunello C at the Palazzo last night.
“Hey, you turned up trumps in your purple pumps And a little bit of made to measure With your shiny frock and your yellow socks You’re addressing it to your pleasure With an urchin crop and a skimpy top You’ve got to have a good thing going With your lazy grace and your crazy face Who cares if your slip is showing? Now we can see you’re hip to the mother ship When you pop into the north horizon You’re the one who’s having all the fun With everybody’s eyes on So dance little rude girl, dance Dance little rude girl, dance Dance little rude girl, dance You’ve got to know something Make me go bananas Make me feel so right Take me to Navana And leave me there all night Make me hit the ceiling Send me round the bend Take me back to Ealing
When the evening ends With your natty threads and your nifty dreads And your Dagenham royal swagger With your tricky spiels and your Cuban heels And the face of a carpet-bagger With your sweet cologne and your mobile phone And the moves of a desperado You will cut a swathe on your gangster’s lathe And an overdose of bravado So dance little rude boy, dance Dance little rude boy, dance”
thanks for the help with the post, Ian, images to come, honest
Evening Style Mongers. This is all can manage at the moment. Having to step away from certain activities and even pretending to do regular style posts on here appears to be one, for just a while. Might add to it, as got some good stuff to mention, but for now, here’s something that made me happy, smile and cry Sunday morning by The The. The LC:M is over, and it was lovely, thanks. Today was the day I wanted to make to in one piece. Been dreading it with dread for many reasons for about a (fashion) season. Just under. Its done.
Silly really. Talking of which, check out Matt Johnson’s blow dry. Charming and hopeful song though, no?
Clip this link for a click from Aitors show, below..it was a haunting, superb spectacle.
Ed Skrein & I on Jermyn Street for John Smedley yesterday. His Mum, Maggie, came too, and frankly it was lovely way to spend an L.C.M. Monday lunchtime. Went of to Thom Sweeneys from here, which was properly heavyweight.