“Came across this chap perching at the local rugger club,” writes Philip Jackson. “I couldn’t help but notice the attention to detail, with the co-ordination of the toe warmers and the handkerchief; I do believe the only improvement that would enhance his chappishness would be some well groomed facial hair.” We do indeed believe some… … Keep Reading
Is this a game of Cluedo that has gone disastrously wrong, and resulted in Major Douglas Vincent Yant (Ret’ard) being shot point blank in the drawing room? Or are we simply getting our hopes up? … Keep Reading
Richard “Richie” Paradise was so ashamed of his wedding attire that he couldn’t even face the camera. Quite right too. This is the sort of suit one might get divorced in – if one wanted to impress upon the beak how years of marriage had severely impaired one’s sartorial judgment. … Keep Reading
Imagine being upstaged at your own wedding by the chauffeur of the vintage car you hired for the day. That is exactly what happened to Mark Hutchinson-Lyons. When the bride throws her bouquet after the ceremony, it is supposed to be caught by one of the bridesmaids, not land on the groom’s lapel, missing his… … Keep Reading
“This photograph was taken of me during a lull between pheasant drives,” writes Huw Mitchell. “Where is your manservant proffering the freshly loaded partner to your shotgun?” I hear you ask.” More to the point, where is your tailor? Did you shoot him too? If so, he fully deserved it. … Keep Reading
“Our friend Mr. Moment,” writes Carol Tennet, “turned 50 this year and decided, perhaps with your influence, that he needed to be more of a grown up.” Yes, and when is he going to start that? … Keep Reading
At a vintage festival on the South Bank in July 2011, this young fellow declared himself to be 17 years old and a devotee of this publication. He had turned up to the event on a scorching July day wearing a top hat and a fur coat. We knew then that Zack Pinsent would retain… … Keep Reading
Good heavens. The eye, naturally repulsed by every item of this man’s clothing, is drawn away, to anything else in the room…and alights on some sort of rodent enclosure, a print of one of the lesser St. Ives School artists, and a Ken Follett novel. Life in this household is just one endless round of… … Keep Reading
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
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