A while back, purely because I was very prominent during the 1980s and ran landmark clubs during the so called New Romantic era, some chump on that social media malarkey would not accept that, at that time, I was not wearing copious amounts of make-up. I, of course defended my corner as, being 6 foot … Keep Reading
“I am writing to determine whether I am a chap or not,” writes Louis Newman. “I was told by a friend that I should most definitely send an email to your website. If you need to know what brands they are I can happily tell you.” No thanks.
No message accompanied Abra’s submitted photograph – and none was necessary. His flawless outfit speaks for itself and leaves no room for censure. Lack of pocket square – no problem. Earring – permitted. Turn-back cuffs on a Norfolk jacket – oh well, just this once.
In the prison where T.W. Hollier is kept on a life sentence, conditions for the inmates are harsh, to say the least. They are given ill-fitting clothes to wear and shirts with missing buttons. Socks are forbidden, and every inmate is given a conspicuous tattoo on their forearm. On the plus side, the wallpaper is very agreeable.
“Me and my wife at a recent wedding at Wynyard hall,” writes Mark Mountford. “Lovely to get spruced up and looking dapper.” Indeed – so why didn’t you?