Let us make one thing crystal clear: we are not speaking of the contemporary hipster. While jazz-jumpin’ chaps from the mid-twentieth century were sometimes referred to as ‘hipsters’, we are going to use the term ‘hep cat’ to distinguish this stylish breed from their bearded millennial counterparts. Chaps who favour the forties may be perfectly … Keep Reading
“Hate to admit it,” writes Lord Hare of Newham, “but was rather caught off guard by this photographer-chappy, at the recent Chap Olympiad event at Vintage at the South Bank…..was lost in thought, rummaging about for my tin of Brown Study.” Dear readers, if it is not yet clear after 59 issues, this is how a Chap should dress, stand, act and smoke.
“May I ask your humble advice?” writes Michael Boxser. “I have a party to attend in Shropshire and the Dress code is 1920s/1930s. As I am from Chicago, and of course, our heyday was the days of Al Capone, Hymie Weiss, and James “Big Jim” Colosino, I would love your opinion as to whether I should pursue a Chicago 1930′s look?” No, I wouldn’t bother. Find a party with a more relaxed dress code, though they still probably won’t let you in.
“I enclose a picture of my friend Alexander Fiske-Harrison during this year’s Running of the Bulls in Pamplona, Spain,” writes George Pendle. “Wishing to avoid the ire of the natives, he wears the traditional uniform of white trousers, white shirt and a red neckerchief but he has also donned a striped athletics blazer won on the playing fields of Eton.” Mr. F-H’s shoes may not be brogues and he is hatless – but he has his hand on a bull, for Goodness sake. When a live bull replaces leather footwear and a hat, even we can relax our rules and…
“This was taken at a friend’s wedding last year. I’m allergic to wine so I drank gin throughout. The suit is one I had made especially for the wedding; the shoes are brogues hand made in England and I can assure you that there are some button-on braces there too. I’m the one on the right.” Thank you for clarifying that. We’re naturally impressed and secretly envious of your allergy to the French slosh, but wearing tweed to a wedding is exactly the sort of thing a Frenchman would do.