Sunday, 28 March 2010
My friend Jazzypony
There is so much that is right about this picture, don't even know where to start. Firstly and obviously, the colours. On their own mustard and turquoise can be tricky but here, together again for the first time since the '50s, they convey a retro Americana iconography towards which we at SNTF headquarters always feel partial
We also approve of the daring display of a bushy red beard. Facial hair these days tend to veer towards the over-groomed/sculpted metrosexual "creations" so any representation that flies in the face of non-conformist thinking we will always applaud... Or is it simply because we know the fellow and he can do no wrong with us or because we have a weakness for red hair in general?!
Regardless, do I hear you scream STYLE ICON?! Oh, yesss!
An unquestionably stunning image! In fact we were so under its spell we made it our mascot.
Photo: Hermano Silva
A stylish (although regrettably monochromatic - Ed.) chap outside The House of Holland fiasco. If I recall correctly, it was a Supreme cap which in my book will always compensate for any unfortunate use of greys, earth tones et al...
Photo: Hermano Silva
My co-conspirator, Mr Silva and I were stalking this gent all afternoon before finally one of us had the courage to approach him. He was a formidable figure after all. We were impressed by his bag first then the yellow socks but overall by his very masculine yet stylish approach to street dressing. Am I wrong in thinking that he is the proprietor of a newish men's shopping emporium on Shoreditch High Street called Present?
Came across this chap on my way to my favourite drinking establishment the other day. Sadly I wasn't prepared for any unforeseen facion encounters, therefore all I had at my disposal was my rather inferior photographic (but otherwise perfectly fabulous) mobile telecommunications device thingy...hence the questionable image quality. Soz
Anyhoo, I was immediatelly taken by this most original cinching technique on his snazzy little old fashioned hat, which I must stress was NOT one of those high street trilby-embarrassments but rather a 1940's gentleman's bonnet. On further investigation, it was revealed to me that it was not any sort of a facion statement, simply a question of practicality - the headgear was simply too big for our chap. Ha! E voila, another style classic is brought into being by sheer accident...Sir, we salute you!
Sunday, 14 March 2010
I happened upon this fellow named Amin Phillips this afternoon manning his own stall in Spitalfields. He had on one of the most amazing overcoats I have ever come across. A long fitted number of heavy wool. It had a high collar and a most unusual double breasted design where an excess of fabric between the top and second bottons constructed a near pouch-like space. One could conceivably walk around Napoleon-like with one hand comfortably warming in that pocket in the harsh Russian winters - if one was inclined to embark yet again on such futile endeavours, that is...
A very sexy coat, but you better have the body for it!
(Apologies for the rubbish picture quality. Wretched light conditions...)
Monday, 8 March 2010
I was taken by these three incongruously bright rubbish skips in East London when this fella walked by pointing out that they were the Belgian flag's colours and in fact he worked in Brussels and happened to be wearing his host nation's hues himself (well, nearly)
Nice scarf, Massimo!
I'm in love!! Saw these socks yesterday at Son of Stag on Brick Lane and it was love at first sight. Sadly, they're prohibitively dear (£25-30) but I was seriously considering spending the monthly mortgage payment on the top four here...What stopped me was my general unease towards pieces of clothing that, through their pricetag, become too "Sunday Best", too "precious" thus rendering them almost unwearable in my mind. Yet, yet..."sighs"
Now, as pieces of art, framed, on the wall - that's a whole other matter!...
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Love the retro feel of the team's Ralph Lauren-designed uniform. The hiking boots, ski pants tucked into white woolen socks, the skandy woolen hat, even the navy puffa jacket. Very cool. Reminds me of the glamour of pre-Gortex/nylon skiing before the 70s. See illustrations bellow...
Posted by Say No To FACION at 15:22