30 November 2011

Young Fogey Rising

The rapid decomposition of society leaves one feeling at times a bit adrift. Brideshead Revisited viewing parties only go so far in alleviating the rage. These days the only people I see carrying around a teddy bear in public are children and vagrants. It's time to face the impending immolations with the same determination of our ancestors. Brute force and violence are required. If you don't get it, then get out of the way. It's time to reclaim our heritage, including its cultural and sartorial forms. The Scotsman of all things recently took note of the growing presence of the Young Fogey. Perhaps he isn't so much an effect of the economic crisis, as an antidote to the anti-White poison of the MultiKult? Young Fogey as explicit English identity. I like to think I'm contributing to his resurgence. But even if I'm not, I shall claim otherwise anyway. Here's an excerpt:

There’s a new mood in menswear, and sartorially-minded chaps keen to tap into it need look no further for a fashion role model than their own grandfathers.

Which is exactly what Robbie Williams has done in launching his own clothing line; Farrell, both named for and inspired by his grandpa Jack Farrell, a collection of flat caps, pea coats, cosy cardigans, herringbone textiles and fedoras that pay homage to an elderly man but are firmly aimed at the 18-40 lad about town: the young fogey.

The key elements of the young fogey look – ties, tweed sports jackets, waistcoats, elbow patches, cords, braces and brogues – more usually associated with a certain generation of geography teachers and betting shop stalwarts, are somewhat paradoxically looking rather fresh these days, after nigh-on three decades of trainers, jeans and sweatshirts making up the average young man’s weekend wardrobe.

Traditional items that even a few years ago would have seemed at odds with men’s style anywhere but a sheltered housing complex are now the epitome of it. Leading proponents of the geriatric look include 30-something presenters Rick Edwards and George Lamb (whose foxy silvery locks complement the look perfectly), nu-folk old-timer-dressers Mumford & Sons, and even the positively embryonic One Direction, whose signature layered look of blazers, ties and sensible knitwear saw chat show host Alan Carr compare their action figures to university lecturers.

Topman’s latest collaboration is with Harris Tweed, and while even a few years ago this would have been remarkable, it now seems the natural fit for both brands. The former’s new stand-alone concept store in the heart of Shoreditch (stomping ground of the fashionable London fogey, or codger in local terms), which they have named The General Store, is done up like a gentleman’s outfitters from days gone by – all vintage fittings, battered floorboards and artfully distressed display units.

© 2011 Johnston Publishing Ltd

Corsair Slip-Ons

"My Britain is fuck-all now"

29 November 2011

Sloane Rangers: Peter Jones

As you know, when I was much younger I shopped at Peter Jones in Sloane Square. In fact one of my first serious girlfriends would take us there most weekends. I could have sworn Laura Ashley goods were on her shopping list, but I am told Peter Jones did not sell LA. Oh well, my memory must be shot. Later on I became a regular for shirts, ties, and suits. The 134-year old department store has now been refurbished. The Daily Telegraph recently covered the introduction of the 'new' Peter Jones:

Peter Jones straddles Britain's swankiest fault line, where Belgravia meets Chelsea. Diana, Princess of Wales shopped here, as does - claim the regulars I spoke to recently - Prince Harry and his newish sister-in-law. According to Tony Wheeler, the department store's managing director, 40 per cent of its clientele lives within walking distance. Which - given this neighbourhood's affluence - explains why it is the strongest financial performer of all John Lewis stores. As well as being local, Peter Jones customers are loyal: from their first pair of prep-school shoes onwards, they shop here for life.

Last night, many of those customers were invited to a party thrown to celebrate the end of a 10-year, £100 million refurbishment. David Cameron donated one of his Prime Ministerial fountain pens for a charity auction, and a choir - from a local, Peter Jones-shod prep school - was due to provide the music. The final flourish of this spruce-up took place in the menswear department, which now boasts trendy Danish furniture in the changing rooms and a strong, Sloane-friendly collection of Ralph Lauren, Gant, Hackett, Tommy Hilfiger, Thomas Pink and Mayfair Richard James suits. To mark the occasion, the store has produced a special collection dedicated to its core customers, those fountain-paddling Sloane Rangers. It includes a red-white-and-blue trimmed Barbour, a paisley lined wax Cro'Jack jacket, Eton shirts, a Chelsea boot by Grenson and even - rather suspiciously - a "heritage Sloane Ranger eye-mask".

When Peter York and Ann Barr wrote their Sloane Ranger handbook, these items and their contemporary equivalents comprised a highly evolved localised dress code that quickly set apart the U from the non-U. For men, the key Sloane Ranger kit included a tweed jacket, "worn in all situations, particularly with jeans"; the covert coat, "a vital garment because only Sloanes wear it"; and a green, oiled Barbour that "smells of dogs". By wearing these garments, Sloanes could recognise their own kind, and never fall into conversation with ideologically suspect Hampstead intellectuals.

© Copyright of Telegraph Media Group Limited 2010

28 November 2011

Harris Tweed

From the publisher:

'Harris Tweed is a unique woolen textile hand-woven by generations of islanders in the Outer Hebrides off the west coast of Scotland. Worn worldwide, and much used by fashion designers including Vivienne Westwood and Paul Smith, it is increasingly cherished, both for the garments made from it and as a fascinating traditional craft.

This book is a group portrait of the craftsmen who work with Harris Tweed, from the Hebrides to London's Saville Row. The author will interview and photograph farmers, mill workers, weavers, tailors, and designers, and will also consider their landscape and context. Several tailors on Saville Row, including Henry Poole, Norton & Sons and Huntsman, have welcomed the publication, and will allow the author full access to photograph and interview their staff.

Primarily for those who love to wear Harris Tweed and want to know more about its provenance, the book will also tap into a growing interest in traditional crafts. It will appeal to an audience from the design and fashion industries along with students of fashion, design and textiles.'

Inside Jack Wills

27 November 2011

les chevaliers teutoniques

Yamato !

archéofuturiste !

25 November 2011

Jeremy Hackett

24 November 2011

Chalk Stripe Splendour

The Germans Who Never Lost

Cough Syrup (Young the Giant)

23 November 2011

A Shirt of English Viyella

Purdey...A Short Film

22 November 2011

Tartan Tuesday

Girl Panic! (Duran Duran)

20 November 2011

Chevaliers

19 November 2011

Stripes

Domenico Vacca


18 November 2011

This is Sparta !

Rearview

Southern Rock

17 November 2011

The English Gentleman: National Colours

Cuff Undone

I do not usually go around with a suit cuff button undone, but occasionally I unfasten one just to see what would happen. The sun, as expected, continues to shine and the earth continues to spin on its axis. Of course no one apart from fellow fogeys, clothing aficionados, and iGents would even notice such a detail. The Trads and iGents, were they to spot it, would likely erupt in a fit of priggish rage and demand I button it up at once. To which I have my own unique reply. It is important to have a bit of fun and to maintain a spirit of mischief, a crucial posture under present circumstances. Because there are more than enough other things to turn up the heat under one's collar.

Sent from my iPhone

16 November 2011

15 November 2011

Tartan Tuesday

Game On

A brace of pheasants napping

grandes choses

"Donnez-nous de grands hommes et de grandes actions pour que nous retrouvions le sens de grandes choses."

- Pierre Drieu La Rochelle (1893-1945)

14 November 2011

Vic Loves Harris



12 November 2011

Beagling

11 November 2011

Brasserie Encounter

On my way home from the office last night, I stopped by a local brasserie for a cocktail. A G&T, to be precise. The bartenders are all friends of a friend and know exactly the way I like it.

I stood at the bar and calmly surveyed the talent, downing three drinks in 15 minutes. The place held a smattering of office workers, couples, Persian players, cougars, and escorts.

It was only then I noticed the people sitting next to me.

Tall, tanned, blonde, bloated, affluent-looking, the sort that probably attended USC and get annoyed when I pointedly assume they spent their college years in South Carolina.

"Oh, you went to the other USC..."

These people were staring at me with the same bemused, stupid, smug incomprehension the Indians must have had when the Spaniards landed upon these shores.

The head douchebag, an older man with red face, untucked stripey shirt, and denim, smiled at me and said: "Why are you wearing a tie?"

I turned and slowly looked him up and down.

"So I don't look like you people".

One of the advantages of being a tall muscled chap is that I can say such things and get away with it.

A younger guy wearing a baseball cap immediately stepped in, introducing himself as John, and offered to buy me a drink, which I accepted.

The evening ended without violent incident.

A History of English Food

From the publisher:

'In this major new history of English food, Clarissa Dickson Wright takes the reader on a journey from the time of the Second Crusade and the feasts of medieval kings to the cuisine--both good and bad--of the present day. She looks at the shifting influences on the national diet as new ideas and ingredients have arrived, and as immigrant communities have made their contribution to the life of the country. She evokes lost worlds of open fires and ice houses, of constant pickling and preserving, and of manchet loaves and curly-coated pigs. And she tells the stories of the chefs, cookery book writers, gourmets and gluttons who have shaped public taste, from the salad-loving Catherine of Aragon to the foodies of today. Above all, she gives a vivid sense of what it was like to sit down to the meals of previous ages, whether an eighteenth-century labourer's breakfast or a twelve-course Victorian banquet or a lunch out during the Second World War. Insightful and entertaining by turns, this is a magnificent tour of nearly a thousand years of English cuisine, peppered with surprises and seasoned with Clarissa Dickson Wright's characteristic wit.'

10 November 2011

On Business Shirts

Dress shirts are disposable and should not be a significant feature of a man's wardrobe. They are background. Not for me, the modern fashion for shirts in loud colours and curious checked patterns. A recent quantitative analysis of my business shirts revealed approximately 67% are strong white, with smaller percentages devoted to ivory, ecru, blue, pink, and various stripes. I have two striped shirts with a white collar (never with white cuffs!). I have a few checked shirts, too, but I tend to avoid them for office wear. Here is what Boyer says on the matter:

'Business shirts are traditionally restricted to light colours or plain white (historically, a white shirt indicated that the wearer was above manual labour and had the wherewithall to maintain a delicate wardrobe) and simple patterns. White and pale blue are the safest, with ivory and pale grey following in favour. Pale pink is not unacceptable, nor are shirts with white collars and cuffs and coloured bodies. The latter two categories, however, call for an added confidence and sense of colour coordination, since deviation from the tried-and-true hues always carries the double risk of appearing too studied and of clashing with the jacket and tie.'

Elegance, G. Bruce Boyer (1985)

Vintage Harris Tweed

09 November 2011

Man in Pink

Earl of Arran

08 November 2011

Candid Bespoke

Life is too short not to go bespoke. It's a directive around which I've ordered much of my adult life, and I think you should, too. The photo (at left) shows a recently delivered pair of bespoke slip-ons from London. I like to think they have a vaguely armoured look, like a dinosaur or armadillo, or the riveted plating of a Tiger I stalking Bolsheviks by moonlight in a Russian forest. Note the 2" cuffs on the dark grey worsted trousers. Most of my suits and shoes are in charcoal and black respectively, you will have noticed, as befits a chap who works in a financial orifice most of the day. I'll leave the peacocking to other men who need the attention.

A Soldier's Vision Of The World (Evola)

The first results of this view are an affirmative attitude with respect to the world and, at the same time, a certain freedom. He who is really a soldier is so by nature, and therefore because he wants to be so; in the missions and tasks which are given to him, consequently, he recognises himself, so to speak. Likewise, the one who conceives his existence as being that of a soldier in an army will be very far from considering the world as a vale of tears from which to flee, or as a circus of irrational events at which to throw himself blindly, or as a realm for which carpe diem constitutes the supreme wisdom. Though he is not unaware of the tragic and negative side of so many things, his way of reacting to them will be quite different from that of all other men. His feeling that this world is not his Fatherland, and that it does not represent his proper condition, so to speak--his feeling that, basically, he 'comes from afar'--will remain a fundamental element which will not give rise to mystical escapism and spiritual weakness, but rather will enable him to minimise, to relativise, to refer to higher concepts of measure and limit, all that can seem important and definitive to others, starting with death itself, and will confer on him calm force and breadth of vision.

Metaphysics of War, Julius Evola (Arktos, 2011)

Quilted Hackett

07 November 2011

Safari Kit

Reds Don't Surf !

06 November 2011

Rousanou

The Holy Monastery of Rousanou

05 November 2011

Flashman: Plungers

I asked him what he meant by plunging.

'Oh,' he says, 'a plunger is a fellow who makes a great turnout, don't you know, and leaves cards at the best houses, and is sought by the mamas, and strolls in the Park very languid, and is just a hell of a swell generally. Sometimes they even condescend to soldier a little--when it doesn't interfere with their social life. Good-day, Mr Flashman.'

Flashman, George MacDonald Fraser (1969)

Fawkes

http://dixerwear.com/

04 November 2011

03 November 2011

The Return of the Young Fogey

It has been suggested in certain quarters that the Young Fogey (YF) is 'gone for good'. I disagree. In the last 20 years YFs certainly went out of style and escaped underground. Still, if one investigated, one could find them within certain universities, Conservative constituencies, and parishes. The Countryside March through central London on 4 March 1998, in which I am pleased as punch to say I took part, attracted thousands of YFs. Bridge clubs in Kensington and Chelsea were positively bursting with them.

I daresay the YF has yet to hit his peak. His day is coming. For the impending wars will be over the issue of identity. The main conflict of our era is between globalists and particularists, that is to say, between the global MultiKult trying to genocide us into one big brown shit-pile of mass sub-humanity, and those loyal few who wish to keep alive particular attachments and specific loves. Love, of course, like evolution, is only possible in separation, or isolation. It prevents the spinning world from casting us into nothingness like random atoms.

The YF is nothing if not local. Are you local? The YF answers with a resolute Yes! YFs of the future will blend the best of the past with an eye to the future, with a hard edge and a confident and ruthless approach. They will defend neither values nor propositions, but actual flesh-and-blood human beings. They will stand up for our people, the living and the dead and the yet-to-be-born. In the past attempts to effect change were made through the Book of Common Prayer; tomorrow a side-by-side and RPG are used. An understanding of what must be done flows directly from the necessity for survival. It's inevitable.

The Young Fogey is the unique ethno-cultural expression of the English people. As long as there are English, there are fogeys. Race and culture are inseparable. The latter derives from the former, you see, like a flower blossoms from the soil. The Spirit dwells within the flesh. And the Tweed cometh.

Deutsche Panzer

The Hobbit (1977)

02 November 2011

Chalk Stripe Centrepiece

A Gallery Afternoon

01 November 2011

Aloysius et Sebastiane: adversus mundi

'It seemed as though I was being given a brief spell of what I had never known, a happy childhood, and though its toys were silk shirts and liqueurs and cigars and its naughtiness high in the catalogue of grave sins, there was something of nursery freshness about us that fell little short of the joy of innocence.'

Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh (1945)

Portobello Bowlers