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
“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
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
“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,… … Keep Reading
“This is a photo of Mr. Harry Bamford, who we believe is a Chap of the highest order, we hope you agree.” A man who wears tablecloths and celebrates Christmas in the middle of June cannot possibly be taken seriously. … Keep Reading
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
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… … Keep Reading
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!… … Keep Reading
We sent photographer Nick Mann and a clutch of handsome ladies to answer that age-old conundrum: why do so few ladies smoke pipes? Hopefully these photographs will encourage ladies across the land to pilfer their Chap’s briars and perfume their own boudoirs with the scent of Latakia. Originally published issue 68, Sept 2013 Photography Nick… … Keep Reading
Darcy Sullivan: Poised like a tiny sparrow on Mr. Joshua Kane’s upper lip is a miracle of moustachery. Immaculately chiselled, it recalls the rapier-like moustache Alain Delon wore as Proust’s Baron Charlus in Swann in Love. It is surprising to learn that this Mephistophelean marvel is shaped not by some perfumer’s concoction but by Clubman,… … Keep Reading
Steve Pittard: As a boy, John Elton Le Mesurier Halliley received coaching from former Essex pro Walter Meade, who was “only at his best when intoxicated, which happened to be most of the time.” At Grenham House prep school during one innings, John was perched at the non-striker’s end when a sitter came his way.… … Keep Reading
Nathaniel Adams: On April 23, 1916, five thousand spectators witnessed a bizarre match-up in Barcelona’s Monumental Bullring: the Anglo-French poet Arthur Cravan, nephew of Oscar Wilde, squared off against former World Heavyweight Champion Jack Johnson. They were two eccentrics, dandies of different stripes, prepared to pummel each other. Cravan had set up and advertised the… … Keep Reading