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Am I Chap? - page 2

In every issue of The Chap, we publish readers’ photographs of themselves in response to the question “Am I Chap?” Here is a selection of previously published photographs. If you’d like to have your sartorial credentials assessed, send your photo to chap@thechap.co.uk.

Am I Chap?

Am I Chap?

You know when 99 per cent of you screams “NO!”, yet that one per cent of you, which abandons all convention, rules, regulation and common sense, silently and subtly whispers “Yes.” That whisper triumphed in the case of this, er, fellow/lady/woodland creature disguised as a human. Keep Reading

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Thomas Johannessen

Did the following conversation really take place in the home of Thomas Johannessen, of Norway: “Honning, could you take a photograph of me for The Chap?” “Shouldn’t you remove your headphones first?” “No, I think I’ll keep them on; they really make the outfit.” Keep Reading

Am I Chap?

Will Jeffery

“An evening of poker and debauchery,” was Will Jeffery’s brief accompanying missive to this photograph. An evening of pulling one’s trousers up (if indeed Mr. Jeffery is the fellow in the middle) would have been far more constructive. Keep Reading

Andrew Trigg
Am I Chap?

Andrew Trigg

On the left we see Andrew Trigg, celebrating his birthday with a glass of bubbly. What’s wrong with that? Nothing, if this were within the pages of a magazine about kitchen units. Keep Reading

Am I Chap?

Ben Fitch

“This picture,” writes Benjamin J. Fitch “was taken by a rather sweet young filly I bumped into when stumbling back to my cabin from the bar on the Orient Express. Needless to say I felt it was my duty promptly to turn around and escort her back to the bar. A lady, alone, on the Orient, Never!” A shirt, with no studs, on the Orient Express? Never. Keep Reading

Clément Waquet
Am I Chap?

Clément Waquet

Clément Waquet appears to be some sort of Dadaist, on holiday in Communist China with his potted plants and his amplifier. By not even asking us whether he is Chap or not, he is. Keep Reading

Am I Chap?

Miss Anne Lawrence

Miss Anne Lawrence of Vancouver, Canada, sent us a photo of her brother Mark and his friend Marc. “Just how flexible are you about the requirements of being Chap,” she asked, “and how much latitude do we get being on the fringes of the Empire?” Madam, we seek to make sartorial improvements in all parts of the world by raising standards, not lowering them. We do try to show some flexibility with regards to the fashion foibles of other continents, but we are not contortionists. Keep Reading

Stephen Miller & Andrew Wilson
Am I Chap?

Stephen Miller and Andrew Wilson

Stephen Miller (left) and Andrew Wilson’s response to the recession was to fashion suits (cutting back on the jackets altogether) out of old carpet fabric. This would normally be reminiscent of Blitz-era austerity measures, were it not for Mr. Miller wearing a belt instead of braces. However, it gets worse: he is wearing SUEDE shoes! And where are they standing so proudly in their shirtsleeves? Some sort of Swedish abattoir? Keep Reading

Am I Chap
Am I Chap?

Howard Mitchell

It isn’t Howard Mitchell’s fault that he resembles Nigel Farrage a little too much for comfort. And it isn’t his fault that the most stylish location he could find was a hotel chain in Harrogate. All of this can be overlooked because he is quite certainly, from the break on his trousers to his self-tied bow tie, a Chap. Keep Reading

Am I Chap
Am I Chap?

Billy Kent

Mr. Kent has unsuccessfully combined the Peaky Blinders look with the lady-from-Essex-at-Ascot look. The amusement of the ladies sharing his patch of grass is not shared by this publication. Keep Reading

Am I Chap
Am I Chap?

Jonathan Keys-Massey

“Could go either way of course,” writes Jonathan Keys-Massey. “However, I rather think I might be. Surely the proximity to a Spitfire alone qualifies me?” So If I go and stand near the Eiffel Tower, does that make me a Frenchman? Nice titfer, though. Keep Reading

Am I Chap
Am I Chap?

Aleksander Skjæveland Larsen

“I recently visited the new photo studio of my dear friend and professional photographer Tore Myrstad,” writes Aleksander Skjæveland Larsen. “He invited my bicycle up as well for an impromptu photo shot, which I could not decline.” Thank goodness for Norwegians. Keep Reading

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