“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
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
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… … Keep Reading
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
“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
“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
Major Blunder probably thinks it is a matter of course that he is declared a Chap. And in one sense he is right – there is nothing intrinsically wrong about his clothing and his facial hair. It’s just that he looks like the sort of fellow who, one day, might turn a sleepy village in… … Keep Reading
“Inspired by the Olympiad,” writes Mark Skinner, “I have taken my first faltering forays in Chapdom. Any hints that I am heading in the right direction?” Sir, you are standing far too close to a market stall selling T-shirts to be heading in the direction of Chapdom. A true Chap would steer well clear of… … Keep Reading
Mr. Fox van Rutter’s photograph was sent by a lady friend, who perhaps is more qualified to answer the following questions than we are. Why is he wearing a newspaper for a shirt, a pair of curtains for a waistcoat, a cushion cover for a cravat and a Santa Claus cuddly toy for an epaulette?… … Keep Reading
“This is a picture of me relaxing to the music of my 1922 Victor Victrola-50 portable gramophone in the garden,” writes Michael Kramer (or rather someone wrote on his behalf, for he clearly isn’t human). Even the shop dummies in British Home Stores are slightly better dressed than this piece of impertinent plastic. … Keep Reading