Better late than never – Bacchanalian celebrations continue

Posted on November 4, 2016 by volpeadrian

For goodness sake, give me five minutes sojourn from travelling, and celebrating my birthday in order to write a newsletter.

I thought you’d all be glad of a rest from all this drivel, but I have been reminded more than once, that I hadn’t written anything in ages.

This has meant that I have had to break off from my Bacchanalian feasting long enough to press fingers on keys and give my own peculiar take on world events.

My birthday; if you were not aware occurs on All Saints Day, this was a source of mirth for one or two of you. Moi the third Duke of Pimlico in a vineyard in Bordeaux at 3am with my reputation?

But my thoughts are drawn to current affairs…. No, the news, not my private life. For heaven sake, do you have to look at everything from a juxtaposition? I tried it, my back has only just recovered, and I know there are some of you who will go home and try this tonight, I warn you it’s not what you think, so don’t blame me.

Politics on both sides of the Pond is starting to look like a really bad haircut, with politicians fighting for attention, like Donkey in the Shrek movies, pick me, pick me. Waiting for Simon to press his Golden Buzzer.

Unfortunately it seems our politics have never been more polarised and the speeches are being made from the wings each playing to their own gallery, too scared or unable to understand how to take the centre stage.

The Washington and Westminster villages are starting to look like bubbles where the people on the inside are the ones wielding the pins and seem set on trying burst them!

I leave it to the Bard to Prologue the scene:

Two households, both unalike in dignity,
In fair Parliament, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean….

After Shakespeare.

Jingoism Unchained, the people are set free, we are all headed for Candyland.

Europe meanwhile, has been enjoying an Indian summer, et ego quoque.

I decided that this year the celebrations would mirror those of Bacchus, but only after I had returned to the white isle for one last swim. I have a small secluded beach I run to, where I can guarantee that I will not be troubled by people requiring my sartorial advice, where I can be at one with nature.

S’estanyol

Even in the middle of October the water in Ibiza was warm enough for me not to require a layer of goose grease, anyway it would be a terrible waste of foie!

Neil was on sparkling form, we were going to cycle together now that we have formed the Inkadelic Cycling Club, but a short, sharp shower put paid to that and Neil decided that I required a little more work. Raoul my ‘waxer’ was mortified, but he does scare easily and Halloween was just round the corner. He just kept muttering, is that blood, real blood?

It was my intention to post a photo of Neil at work, but it has been censored following several complaints after I had posted it on Facebook.

Inkadelic Cycling Club Ibiza

Neil has finally put down some serious roots on the island, and is looking forward to moving into his new pad in D’alt Villa next year.

We both made a new friend this year and our thoughts are with this new friend and his dad after Shifty came off worse in an altercation with a car. Shifty is a miniature pinscher and those of you who are that way inclined can follow him on Instagram ‘Shiftys_world’.

Instagram shiftys_world

My life is full of rich experiences, whether someone is chucking pound coins at me and demanding that I dance, perhaps this is what it is like being at a West Ham game (it transpires that the rent on the Olympic Stadium is less than I pay for the shop, how does that happen?); or an older lady telling me how much she admires how I fill out my clothes, it appears I’m on to a winning streak!

Bordeaux by night

My birthday celebrations took place in Bordeaux and Saint Emilion, swanning, not swaying round a couple of Chateaux.

My private tour was organised by ‘Bordeaux with Elodie’.

http://www.bordeauxwithelodie.com/

I cannot recommend Elodie and Laetitia highly enough.

They organised two wonderful days around Bordeaux.

A marvellous tour of two vineyards in Saint Emilion, Chateau Guadet, which is one of only two Chateau in the centre of the village, full of history and eerie limestone tunnels.

http://www.chateau-guadet-saintemilion.fr/

This was followed by a tasting of some magnificent wines, and before you ask, that is a bottle of Chateau Angelus, and yes we did taste 8 wines. Hic!

If I must!

And I may have bought the odd bottle.

This was followed by lunch and a visit to a more modern set up, at the newly renovated Chateau Tour Saint Christophe, set in the beautiful rolling hills around Saint Emilion. Wonderful wines with a different structure.

www.vignoblesk.com

Laetitia drove us back to Bordeaux, via all the Chateaux of the area. The sun went down to end a perfect day.

Sunset over Chateau Angelus

The next day was spent at the Dune du Pyla, where I imagined I was Lawrence of Arabia… I can but dream, but by all accounts I have strange imagination and do not live in the real world.

Dune du Pyla

And lunch…… You can see the weather was kind.

La C(o)rniche

We have many new projects afoot including a 360 degree view inside the shop on both levels. Just drag the little dangly man on Streetview over the shop on Google Maps and by the power of the interweb you are beamed by Scotty straight onto the ground floor, press the lift button and the basement beckons.

There will be a new website, it will be attached to this blog and also as a separate entity and much more impressive presence on social media.

And if you have read all the way to the end, there will be a wine tasting soon, including some of the wines I brought back.

Brrrr – Coats and Blousons

Posted on October 14, 2016 by volpeadrian

As Winter rolls in, so do the coats and blousons. Less arty this time to actually show what they look like!

Navy Blue Quilted Coat with Grey insert – £890

Brown Calf Skin Jacket with Nylon insert – £1,100

Navy Blue Suede Front with Wool sleeves and back – £690

Light Brown Wool Blouson with Hollofil Lining – £350

Blue Wool Blouson with Hollofil Lining – £350

Navy Blue Nylon Front with Wool sleeves and back – £220

Brown Wool Blouson – £650

Grey Wool Blouson – £650

New Shirts – The Sequel

Posted on October 13, 2016 by volpeadrian

It’s taken me while to tie my shoe laces, but you can’t rush perfection.

So, I may have adapted this slip of the tongue, but I wanted to use it before it went viral, as it’s called. I have used my own spin on it, so now it’s mine!!!!!

Repair up to two years of damage for a beautifully smooth economy, or reduce split parties by up to 80% with these two new products from

TRESemmé.

It’s how you say it!

Anyway new shirts if you were feeling a little blue.

Dark Blue Mosaic Print

Brushed Cotton Gradient Stripe Shirt

Dark and Light Blue Brushed Cotton

Dark Blue Brushed Cotton with woven design

Blue and White Birdseye design Brushed Cotton

Dark Blue with White Shirt

Blue and White woven Birdseye design

White, Light Blue and Dark Blue Large Oxford weave

Dark and Light Blue woven micro design

Dark Blue, Light Blue and White Chevron design

Light Blue with Dark Blue Check Brushed Cotton

Dark Blue with Green Check Brushed Cotton

Dark Blue and White Printed design

Blue Panama Shirt

Dark Blue with White Check and design

Light Blue Printed design

New Shirts

Posted on October 7, 2016 by volpeadrian

More, much more to follow. Just tying my shoelaces!

Denim Blue Jersey shirt – £145

Burgundy and White Oxford Cotton – £145

Brushed Cotton Check – £145

Blue and White self pattern – £145

Denim with contrast stitching – £145

Printed design – £145

Blue and Navy & Blue and Brown Dogtooth pattern – £145

Dark and Light Blue woven patterns – £145

Some arty photos of some new stock!

Posted on October 7, 2016 by volpeadrian

Some arty photos of some new stock!

There will of course be more new things.

Merino Wool Full Zip cardigan with hidden buttoning – £220

Blue with Brown Check Flannel Trousers – £165

Merino Wool Button Neck Pullovers – £150

Blue Check Flannel Trousers – £165

Merino Wool Full Zip cardigan -£175

Grey Check Flannel Trousers – £165

Tripping the Light Fantastic

Posted on September 26, 2016 by volpeadrian

I have, as I always have; been tripping the light fantastic.

There is some new stock, but this newsletter is merely window dressing, a little foreplay before the main event, call it a drip feed.

I could employ a ‘fluffer’ to keep you all entertained, plumping pillows, stroking cashmere, but already I can feel your minds starting to wander. In a future life I may come back as a goldfish, anyway, where was I? Whoa… stop: side of the bowl!

Empire State

Lest we forget

To begin the beguine, I would like to thank everyone for their support on my little trip to New York. It was a pleasure to see you all, some old friends, and some new.

And I fell in love, her name is Erica, she’s not yet 2 and adorable. Sorry Henry!

As you can gather I will be planning many more jaunts to quench my thirst for wanderlust, and for those of you who are unsure, ‘wanderlust’ is not a cocktail. I can already see this newsletter will be full of explanations, definitions and double entendres, and that’s starting to confuse the spell checker.

I could sit around all day reading philosophy, pretending I understood Seneca, but as a goldfish I swim in shallower water. The world’s sfumatore is a grey mist, I am a child of blue skies, and talking of blue skies, I was back in Ibiza at the weekend.

Neil world famous tattooist invited me out for a few days cycling, he is a changed man, his days of partying are behind him, now it’s all carbon fibre (fiber for the Americans amongst you), gear ratios and black Lycra.

Two great, long rides in two days, the first included a stop for lunch at Puertas del Cielo. I may have had a slight accident afterwards, whilst I was standing still. Why are there always paparazzi around at moments like this?

Tumbling Dice

The second ride was on the beautiful island of Formentera. I had always assumed that the island was entirely flat! Well it is; apart from the long climb up to the lighthouse at Pilar de la Mola.

Creative writing moment… I climbed the hill up to La Mola, my legs still heavy from the previous day’s exertions and the tarmac was dragging on my tyres in the heat, I navigated bend after bend as I made swift progress towards the summit. My thighs were starting to burn and I changed through the gears to keep my cadence steady, beads of sweat forming on my forehead, each turn led to another, the air thinning and filled with the scent of the pine trees, the tight Lycra clinging to me, fifty shades of blue, not much further… OK that’s enough, my mum might be reading this!!!

Torpedoes away

The Hills have Hills

The Hills of Formentera

Neil always carries a spare banana in his Lycra… Stop it!

On the way down to El Faro de la Mola he ate the banana and discarded the skin at the side of the road. We stopped at the lighthouse and took some photos, Neil drank a ‘Red Bull’, tucked the empty can into the pocket on the back of his shirt, we turned round to head back to the village, and a well-deserved beer.

We had cycled a few hundred metres when I was passed by a Police car, lights and siren on. There must have been some sort of emergency, perhaps a lost dog; you know one of those toy ones which live in a handbag, maybe it had locked itself out!

BUT no, they were pulling Neil over.

The older policeman who had been driving was lecturing Neil about the illegal dumping of a banana skin. Neil was saying as it was ‘residuos biodegradables’ (hablo español), he didn’t think there was anything wrong with it and then produced the empty ‘Red Bull’ can from his pocket which he was going to recycle!

The younger policeman in the passenger seat was laughing the whole time.

He’d noticed that Neil was smoking a joint.

This could only happen on Ibiza.

Neil was let off with a reprimand and offered to go back and pick the discarded skin up.

Meanwhile he had sent me the location of a dead hedgehog we’d seen at the side of the road; someone would be back for that later, to add to Neil’s menagerie in formaldehyde!

He was in London at the end of last week for a Tatttoo Convention, a great success and I know he was here to pick up a few special things!

Sadly we missed each other as I was preforming live on stage, well not on stage per say, more I was approached by a number of groupies to produce my best Robin Williams impersonation.

Judge for yourself!

Batman or Robin?

i spy with my little i

Posted on August 24, 2016 by volpeadrian

You will be very pleased to know that this newsletter will be mainly all about me!

It will be all mouth and no trousers, in other words, no photos.

Also it comes with a health warning, as it contains references to Shakespeare, Jeremy Corbyn, The Guardian and Radio 4.

Et tu, Brute?

Why? Why? A well-known friend and customer complained to me yesterday that he had lost track of my whereabouts because I was travelling so much. I had to pick my chin from the floor!

This lovely, elegantly attired friend should send one of his copies of Bradshaw’s guides to Mr Corbyn. The Labour leader would then learn what trains to take to avoid sitting on carriage floors. Just because you dress like a student doesn’t mean you have to behave like one!

The Guardian meanwhile suggests the route between Fort William and Mallaig, it is not run by Virgin trains as far as I know, and can be reached on the sleeper from London.

Talking of sleepers, I am being followed. Spied upon? It seems once again I cannot turn a corner without bumping into one of you. Restaurants, bars, airport lounges and street corners you are there, some of you even roping wives and your children in on the pretence!

One or two have resorted to my parenting skills when your patience is wearing thin? I know nothing about Frozen Little Ponies!

But I did pick up one or two little gems, apparently all little girls want to grow up to be princesses, and one or two of my friends have also achieved this status. They will forgive me this quip, because I am Prince Charming. Don’t put your daughter on the stage Mrs Worthington.

However, I imagined that later in life I would turn out to be the offspring of Jeff Bridges and Karen Allen from ‘Starman’, blessed with the knowledge of the universe and my human side would be at its best when things are at their worst.

Apparently I was an early trial of Artificial Intelligence (AI henceforth)

My mother who looms large in these newsletters and knows how to throw a spanner in the works is always confirming this by telling me that I don’t have the brains I was born with!

Mother has what is known as FI ‘Female Intuition’, an alien concept, I was not part of a trial for that!

She really knows which buttons to push!

Talking of AI, I was listening to Radio 4, stop ooooohing at the back, chimpanzees can type and according to the Chaos Theory, they will eventually produce ‘The Auguries of Innocence’, or a set of winning lottery numbers, you have to be in it to win it!

Anyway it was a piece about how one of the barriers to space travel is human anatomy and how we will develop. It discussed the addition of current and future technology to create Android beings and integrating with the technology around us to overcome these hurdles.

Cars that run on plutonium, there’ll be loads of that around now they’re not building Hinkley Point C, kettles that turn on when I pick up my phone when I wake. I may have only picked my phone up to use the torch to find my way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Hang on who turned the kettle on? Am I alone in the flat and who is in the bathroom?

Then there are the delivery robots; apparently my Prime membership to a certain internet company means because of where I live I can have milk delivered to my door within the hour!

Hang on a mo, by comparison I could spend 58 minutes choosing what to wear before deciding that I looked OK to dash across the street in my curlers, nightie and slippers to get a pint (Sorry half a litre). I could then plug myself back into my sofa suit, and continue to watch my multiscreen entertainment, a little Netflix and chill, on my own, and continue with my Second Life…

And within a generation we’ll have 42,000 disgruntled Uber drivers saying that a nobody has come along a taken their job!

Talking of Android, I was converted to ‘i-things’ a long time ago. Why? Well it is all about I (me).

They were simple to use and didn’t go wrong, very often. It is true that occasionally I would have to duck as Jake’s latest iphone whizzed past my ear followed by the oft used words; ‘This is the worst phone I have ever owned’.

But ihave to agree with Jake from time to time, it is known that itravel a fair amount, a subject we will return to later. A few months ago idropped my phone and iwent to Apple store to effect a repair to a shattered screen. The screen was so badly damaged it was almost impossible to read. The person in the Apple store told me it would take 48 hours (The whole length of an eighties Eddie Murphy film) to repair. As iwas travelling (of course) the next day isought an alternative solution, and had the screen replaced elsewhere, and they did a fantastic job.

After the latest Apple ios 9.3.4 update my screen developed a peculiarly green glow, ghosting, shadows, a whole Blair Witch Project of problems.

So ireturned to Apple, tail between my legs; a long wait and then a 20 minute consultation to be told (as ihad expected), that ihad invalidated any warranty with Apple because the screen replaced by a third party.

The undertone of conversation was that ihad devalued, even defiled the Apple brand, attempting to leave the cult, it was a rehearsed conversation this person had probably had a dozen times before iwas seen at 11am. This is AI, and the future?

This was carried out as some form of ritual humiliation in front of another 8 people around a table, one or two of whom were shifting uncomfortably as if expecting the same fate!

I returned to the people who had originally replaced the screen, they did it free of charge under warranty, with a smile.

OK, so it’s taken a while to explain, but my points are these.

Firstly, from my perspective I run a small clothing business and we know we can all buy clothes anywhere. What I hope sets us apart and creates our success is the service and quality we offer, and the relationship I have with those of you are kind enough to cross the threshold every so often, the smile is extra!

Secondly, Apple has huge retail space, large numbers of staff, faster chips, faster downloads, this is immediate, that is quicker, have it today and apparently ‘it just works’ .

Well it doesn’t, if Apple had applied the principles to after sales care that they employed selling the product in the first place I wouldn’t have had to write this, and in less time than it took them to deal with me!

Project this to the future where we become Android, part human, part technology, and a vital organ that has been transplanted fails, out of urgency and for the sake of argument a replacement that is not ‘Apple approved’ is used. The replacement fails, would we play the same games with a human life? I know it’s a dramatic argument and some people view their phones with a level of necessity that is beyond comprehension, but it is a society we are creating and a dependency that borders on addiction.

This was in part fuelled by the events of today, and the conversation I had last night with an Uber driver who was an Iraqi college professor working in Newham and was working extra hours to look after his two young children.

Cloths on a roll!

Posted on August 5, 2016 by volpeadrian

Alpaca – Overcoating

Prince of Wales Check Jacketing

Reversible Coating

Wool/Cashmere Jacketing

Newsletter – Cast Off – July 2016

Posted on July 22, 2016 by volpeadrian

Please read to the end there will be some news that some of you may have been waiting for!

I have moved the information up the Newsletter as one or two of you were complaining that you were nodding off before the end!

+STOP PRESS+

The VOLPE Sale will start with previews from Wednesday 27th July 2016.

Right, so on with the important stuff.

So as the dust settles, tumbleweed rolls past the door.

A hosepipe ban is only hours away, we are basking in only the 4^th day this year of over 25C, and according to Jake the year is nearly over.

They are frying eggs on the pavement… Easy-over there!

My mobile occasionally rings, I say occasionally.

When it isn’t a wrong number (stalkers from Italy), or a personal injury claim (of which I have several running at the moment, predominantly for my hurt feelings), it has been Theresa asking me to pop round and fix a cabinet, Jeremy to break up a fight in the school playground, Neptune to make him a new trident, or the FA ask for advice on how to dig a hole and then fill it in again, and again, and again.

Then there is the thud at the front door, do I dare to dream? Hollywood, a screenplay, a biopic, who would play me? I’d have to forget anyone who I ‘may’ have insulted through the magic that is this Newsletter, but as they are not named, they wouldn’t know.

The ‘D’ list definitely not, he’s done way too much Panto, and I don’t dress like Danny La Rue. Oh yes you do, Oh no I don’t. Stop!

Then there’s that other chap who got really hot and bothered by the photos of me in red Lycra. Given his physique, my vision of the romantic scenes would be of a wardrobe falling on someone, with the key still in, more cabinetmaker, than locksmith.

So it’s a case of who’s not working at the moment, and I must say it’s a bit of a struggle, as we have sadly lost a couple of candidates this year, we could have had me playing Prince, being me, but that’s just too weird even for me.

There are the usual suspects; Ryan Gosling, Ethan Hawke, Russell Crow or Jack Sparrow, even an avatar, but then I might get mistaken for a Pokemon. Go damn spot, go I say! Yet, who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him. I can hear Shakespeare a spinnin’, Macbeth versus Pokemon. “Lay on Macduff, and damned be him who first cries ‘Hold enough’!”

Ah! ‘Tempus Fugit’.

The maelstrom of political intrigue is threatening to engulf the holidays of our illustrious leaders and we are surrounded by those whose tousled locks are the stuff of legend.

Our Foreign Secretary who looks like he has been pulled through a hedge fund backwards following Brexit, The Donald whose hair is so swept over that there may be surfers trapped in there, and Uncle Bill whose split ends resulted in the most expensive haircut of all time, so spare thought as we are drawn towards le petit “Francois” who is clearly paying by instalments!

Will he be wearing a bathing cap to the beach this year, and what will be the repercussions for his coiffeur? After being paid €10,000 a month to deal with wee Franky’s helmet hair, how on earth will he banish those stray forehead tan lines and constant smell of rubber?

So whatever we feel about the gravy train, it will be followed by one carrying Hollandaise!

I’ve done a little more travelling. Aha! I hear you all exclaim at once, we were wondering how long it would take you to get there! I didn’t want to seem predictable and just rush in without a little foreplay.

I was back in Ibiza for an unveiling, well, less of an unveiling and more for a casting off. Neil had broken his wrist a month ago and finally the cast was removed. Finally God created man, and for those of you who thought I had yet more tattoos, this photo is of Neil’s hand!

Keep reading to the end!

And God created man

And the man’s genius is starting to head in a new direction.

Mosaic

Limited edition, hand engraved dials for a Milgauss.

We shared a long lunch under the umbrellas of the marina and on the wander back to town I spotted a Ferrari 458 hidden under a bleached cover, sheltering from the sun.

Undercover

On the way to the airport and Rome for a little work, I stopped at Salinas for this.

Salinas

I spent the evening in Rome with Max and his family, at the restaurant Il Moro with the owners Stefania and Simone.

Still one of my favourite places in the world to eat, and eat we did, to a standstill, until I could not eat another thing and just sit and watch the sun go down!

Big Bang

June Newsletter 2016

Posted on July 7, 2016 by volpeadrian

Once again I am asked how I come up with these phantasmagorical tales.

Well let me tell you.

You leave a couple of politicians in charge of the magical lantern and suddenly they are projecting all sorts of frightening images onto the wall, playing with our imagination, fuelling our fears, creating a farrago, until in their frenzy to outdo each other, they knock the magic lantern over and then scarper, blaming each other for burning the theatre down.

I think we drew the short straw.

The Italians have opera, which is their theatre drawn from real life, the Japanese; Kabuki with their exotic make-up, masks and songs, the Mexicans have their wrestling with its exotic make-up, masks and songs, just ask Donald; and the Welsh have Gareth Bale.

We have on the other hand have got the “The Good Old Days” back, with Leonard Sachs and all the pathos of a smug pug singing the “Marseillaise”. Apparently we have our country back?

Long, lazy days of doing sweet FA, not unlike our premiership superstars. Drinking cider in the parks, fighting like the Inter City Firm, no grudge too small, no boots too big, all in the days before love and ecstasy. How bizarre to see a smile on everyone’s face.

I owned an Austin Allegro with its oddly shaped, square steering wheel and it didn’t matter if it was made on a Friday, it was a dreadful car on whichever of the 3 days a week it was made. I think it ran on coal, and the suspension was made out of elastic bands.

Now admittedly if I was dragged back to “The Darling Buds of May” and Catherine Zeta-Jones was my Cherie Amour I might view it as a lovely summer day, but 1976 was a long time ago, and there is only so much rolling around in the hay one can do. Quiet, anybody who thinks they know better!

How the nostalgia seeps up through cracks in the pavement, and it will, but we have moved on.

With the French in charge of EDF, the Germans owning nPower and Eon UK, the Spanish, Scottish Power, to paraphrase ‘The Sun’; “If common sense does not prevail, will the last person to leave Britain please blow the candle out!”

I am fascinated to see how nasty politics has become. Perhaps they have been trapped in the underworld for a very long time with Perseus, drinking absinthe and caustic soda, watching endless repeats of Eastenders.

Hades raised an eyebrow. When he sat forward in his throne, shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment, as if the garment was stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out.

If only I could get him to give Boris’s bike puncture!

Now, is not the time for politicians to enter into philosophical discussion, it is time to run. The masses now have pitchforks and the politicians are looking a lot like Wicker Men.

Anyway I shall head back to Ibiza, and Hedonism not Hades, I know where my priorities lie.

I will not be staying in the new rural hotel bocadilloed between the club DC10 and the airport. It is called ‘In Flagrante’. So if you are spied in ‘delicto’ it will be by drugged up clubbers from 500ft landing at 3am. I supposed you might say. “Only in Ibiza”.

Since May’s newsletter I have visited the island a couple of times. The first trip involved Neil, Tony and myself spending the night in the DJ booth at Pacha with a young, up and coming DJ called David Morales. The best set I have ever witnessed, below are a couple of photos.

Can you call me back, I’m working

Needin’ U

It finished very late! As it did every night, and I will admit to falling asleep for 20 minutes at the bar, Itaxa at 6.30am, where they serenaded me into slumber with a Spanish guitar. The eighty year old lady, who owns it, gave me a tea towel for a pillow! Tony’s eyes were open, but don’t sharks sleep that way?

We visited a bar called Exis owned by Birgit a German friend and she has a wall covered in photos of clients over the years. It was a poignant reminder of losing my dear friend Richard, 5 years ago, and how many of the faces that stare out from these photos are still with us?

The photo speaks for itself.

The Wall

We enjoyed the usual birthday celebrations on Formentera, and after 6 litres of vodka, this spider saw a fly and the hypnotic spray from the wake of the boat sped us from one paradise to another.

Fly

Spray

June is easily the best month in Ibiza, the sea not too crowded, nor the restaurants or bars, people are still calm. Neil is still drinking green tea, before the triple espresso, high octane ‘cafe caleta’ season starts.

As in the past I have used trips to Ibiza to avoid going to Pitti Uomo in Florence. This may be the final straw, and why I may never go again. I also re-iterate, this is not me. It is so wrong on so many levels and in what world does this person think this looks acceptable. There are moments in fashion where you realise that the vogue has reached a tipping point and those teetering on the brink will tumble into the sea to be dashed against the rocks, dresses made out of newspaper, anything with a medusa’s head, shoes that make you walk like Dick Emery and braces that look like a ‘Mankini’ for a dandy!

Brace yourself

Lastly a sunset, because we have been bereft of suns a setting, lords a leaping, seven swans a swimming, I have been lucky with the ladies dancing, but one makes ones own luck? Unless you are sharing a table in a restaurant; some will know this story, the rest can only guess at how I might have been transformed!

And a Jakeism to end – Christmas is now closer than the last New Year. Joy, thy name is Time!

Volpe

Category Archives: Newsletters

Better late than never – Bacchanalian celebrations continue

Brrrr – Coats and Blousons

New Shirts – The Sequel

New Shirts

Some arty photos of some new stock!

Tripping the Light Fantastic

i spy with my little i

Cloths on a roll!

Newsletter – Cast Off – July 2016

June Newsletter 2016