Evening Style Merchants. Just pimped my Soho* in time for the flip. Gold date and T.S. added to slightly incongruous, but never-the-less flash gold slide. Its like an onyx ring on your diary. A diary pinky if you will. It’s harder to write on the right, but hell, we’re flossing here, forget the simple life. Regardless, the stuff before me to deal with before I leave for Budhist HQ is how am feeling for the beginning of 2015. Monochrome and grey is order of the day. Hope you’re all in New Year order too. It’s gonna be an amusing one in style. Trust me.
I’m In With The Intray.
Check Bryan’s moves. Slow-motion-glue-groover. Am using those at the Norbital gig later. Keep it stylish. Happy New Hair you lot.
* Soho diary by Smythson, kindly sponsored as ever by MingCorp.
Evening Festooned Style Mongers. Read a thing on the internet and now music works on here again. Its embarrassingly easy to fit it in now. Meant to post this a month ago when D Train’s Keep On put me in mind of a Nitelite Cityrama track. It starts off slow and stays slow. A sentiment I’m relating too.
The comment is right, it’s not the best mix but is still good.
Was about the borough today on bicycle looking for the secret Balearic bit between Christmas and New Year. Briefly mind. Just a look for that bit where you can fit in neglected non-seasonal manoeuvres. Anyway, I just want to say a little something about Sports-Luxe: It’s bloody on, yeah? Been working with Quad-melange* flex and same tonal Car Shoe driving shoe (Sort of Bottega Venetta market trader).
Bottega Veneta market casual.
The time Marl Major is upon us people. I’ve heard talk. Its in the air. Was going so, so well ’till got virgin olive oil spattered down my C.P.Company cinch-ed padded anorak while unloading produce last night. Is on the airer now. Is really hampering casual matters. Battling though without. Am going sheepskin and tracky. Yes, we have no Lor’ Pianas…
Good Morning Style Merchants. Fuck turkey this Christmas, it’s so, so, about Chicken Chic, yeah? Meanwhile, just been belting out a couple of Stubbs family Christmas medleys. I must say the Ronettes/B.B.King mash-up of “I Saw Mama Kissing Backdoor Santa” has livened everyone right up. As soon as we’ve had a couple of bouts of Kitten Baiting in the back garden, will be right with thee. Happy Christmas Style Mongers whereve’ you might be dropping stances. Festive is all very quaint but for Christ’s sake, do keep it stylish.
Egg-Whitey: Chicken going spare.
Paltry have been my efforts on here of recent, but shall correct later in the spirit of giving a chicken shit.
Evening Style Mongers. Those of you have been watching at all will have noticed nothings happened for over a week on here. This short pause has been caused by real life breaking into cyber to-do list airspace, I must confess, its been spilling over all over the shop.
You dogging aye up?
Such a shame, as so, so much of the stuff going down would make reasonable editorial. Will en-diva to catch up. Admit am regretful that have lost a grip on this caper, but what can one do. Working so late, I’ve just inadvertently watched some of ‘Sweat The Small Stuff’ on the television. A far graver regret. Utter pony.
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?
* Which was double good. We drank a bottle of Luddite.