Feeling Black & Blue

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I’ve never been one for sartorial dogma for the sake of it. I particularly find it cereal-spittingly funny when sartorialists debate with each other the merits of colour combinations, the dos, donts, whys and wherefores, as if discussing the sentencing of young offenders. “Brown and pink is acceptable; brown and purple is not. You will be marked as a Frenchman.” “I think I read somewhere that you should never wear light grey with … [Read more...]

Sartorial Tinderness

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“Bow ties never fail to impress” writes a pouting blonde of 25; “I love the first picture!! So dapper!” a brunette of 30 gushes excitedly. And then a 23 year old redhead spoils the party: “What’s with the suits? You look so stiff! Good thing you’re cute!” Welcome to the world of Tinder, sartorialist. Dating is no longer a qualitative sport. It’s turned into an app-based quantitative exercise (strong emphasis on … [Read more...]

InStitchu UK Interview

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1. What is the InStitchu UK story and what are you seeking to achieve in tailoring? InStitchu UK was born out of necessity after my business partner and I were unable to find a high quality, tailor made suit for under £600. It was at this point I approached the Australian business (now the market leader) and proposed helping them setup the business here in the UK, knowing that people like myself would love a service like this. Our vision … [Read more...]

Pitti Style Icon: Mr Raro

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Pitti Uomo is one of the most salivating experiences for internet-trawling fashionistas and the sartorially savvy. I won’t insult the intelligence of readers by explaining, for the 96th time, exactly what it is. You all know what it meant to be, what it actually is and why it gets so much feverish coverage from bloggers and style columnists at this time of year. Personally, I delight in the trove of Pitti peacocks. Life, and people, can be … [Read more...]

Unfuddying the DB Jacket

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Of all the notions to make the young man-about-town shiver in fear, there’s nothing quite as soup-stained, floral-carpeted and suffocatingly musty as fuddy duddyness. A sleek young chap in his slim dark jeans and grey flannel blazer draws a hand through his smooth hair, fresh from a cocktail in some private Soho haunt that no one knows about (but pretends they’ve heard of) he glances sideways at the slow-moving traffic on Regent Street, … [Read more...]