“Oxfords not Brogues” said Harry Hart as he handed Eggsy his first ever pair.
“Words to live by Eggsy, words to live by.”
“Oxfords not Brogues” said Harry Hart as he handed Eggsy his first ever pair.
“Words to live by Eggsy, words to live by.”
I’ll never forget my first blazer. It was a two-button wool blend tweed herringbone weave in navy with a thin faux-leather collar that – like my first guitar – was cheap and was bought with father’s money.
As a child my parents presented me with an ice cream cake for my 10th birthday. My underdeveloped intellect was unable to comprehend the magnitude of what I saw as they lifted the lid off the box.
The first day at work I didn’t wear a tie. It didn’t occur to me at the time that I took a risk and could have made a bad first impression but, no one else wore one either.
It was extremely good timing for me that Pitti Uomo 87 was on while I was recovering from sinus surgery as being bedridden with nothing but my Mac and Instagram feed to keep me entertained, meant that I could follow the show like a fat kid watching a cake bake.
In Dressing The Man, a book that is deemed by countless as important to the literature of men’s fashion – and certainly to me – Alan Flusser reported on the Taylor cut as, “British-inspired, with narrow shoulders, shaped torso, slant pockets, and deep vents”.
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