2026’s saunter sans purpose proved the most spectacular and well attended Grand Flan ever. We came, we flanned, we sauntered, and, unexpectedly, we conquered a tiny portion of England’s increasingly drab capital. Over one hundred and fifty immaculately dressed flâneurs and flâneuses assembled in the premised of Courtyard Wine Cellars, Covent Garden on Sunday 17th… … Keep Reading
The Tournament of Tomfoolery returns after seven years in the wilderness. After a hiatus of seven years, during which time many chaps and chapettes have forgotten how to toss a cucumber sandwich on a plate or ride a bicycle while holding a teacup and saucer, The Chap Olympiad is back on Saturday 18th July, from… … Keep Reading
The Chap makes a smooth transition from gentlemen’s periodical to members’ club. When The Chap magazine ceased publication in 2025, we realised that what we had built was so much more than a gentlemen’s periodical. Having hosted a multitude of social events, musical gatherings and public protests against the forces of blandification, we saw that… … Keep Reading
As a tribute to William Wilde, AKA Bill Hornets, Gustav Temple recalls a day of taking photos, G&Ts, cups of tea and reminiscing with the vintage menswear legend. A fashion photoshoot at Hornets Kensington is not just people with cameras taking pictures of people in clothes. It is an opportunity to immerse oneself in the… … Keep Reading
Gustav Temple takes a liquid journey around the world to see whether single malt whisky can be trusted from anywhere except Scotland. To some readers (and they may be right) is is already blasphemous even to suggest that whisky can come from anywhere except Scotland. But when one discovers that whisky is also made in… … Keep Reading
Gustav Temple assesses a new Irish Whiskey with rather ghoulish credentials. The word ‘sexton’ derives from the Mediaeval Latin word sacristanus – ‘custodian of sacred objects’. A sexton is ‘a person who looks after a church and churchyard, typically acting as bell-ringer and gravedigger’. The gravedigger in Hamlet calls himself a sexton, for example. The typical… … Keep Reading
Gustav Temple nosedives into rums that don’t come from where they used to come from, because they are either made or refined right here on these craggy shores. Over the last decade or so, rum has been slowly shaking off its old reputation as something to swill in discotheques mixed with Coca-Cola. But only recently… … Keep Reading
Emma Hughes: Nowadays, there really is no such thing as a free lunch. Working days are interminable, BlackBerrys keep their owners tethered to the office and professions that were once looked upon as a gentle form of day-care for the feckless and inept are tightly regulated. Even journalists, for whom a gruelling shift traditionally consisted…
G Robert Ogilvy, a North American citizen, unashamedly passes judgement on the manner in which the people of today clothe themselves. A few weeks ago I was sitting in my car in a parking lot outside a drugstore – I had just read a trend piece in the New York Times lifestyle section and found…
Steve Pittard: England’s ill-fated Ashes campaign featured an entourage worthy of a gangster rapper. Also, the team’s ridiculously detailed dietary nonsense – piri-piri breaded tofu with tomato salsa, if you please – equalled any precious pop diva’s riders. Yet nobody addressed the most elementary consideration of all… selecting players capable of growing a moustache. Captain…
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?…