Some nice woolly trousers for those cold autumn days.
When they get here!
A mixture of 120’s Vitale Barberis Canonico flannel or a Cotton moleskin. Priced from £150 to £175.
There will be more to come.
Some nice woolly trousers for those cold autumn days.
When they get here!
A mixture of 120’s Vitale Barberis Canonico flannel or a Cotton moleskin. Priced from £150 to £175.
There will be more to come.
All are made in the finest 100% lightweight Merino Wool.
The cardigans are trimmed with a contrast colour and mother of pearl buttons, the pullovers in a vintage finish, again with mother of pearl buttons.
The Cardigans are £175, the Gilet £190 and the Vintage £150.
CARDIGANS and a GILET
VINTAGE PULLOVERS
Some new stock eventually!
Shirts using some of the finest and softest cottons, and prices ranging between £125 and £145.
Please remember we only make a total of 10 pieces in each fabric, and a maximum of 4 in any size.
So it’s clear you’ve all gone away.
Or possibly the contents of the newsletter are really starting to scare one or two of you.
Yesterday I resisted putting a link to the site until I had more photos to put up. So here are some photos of new stock to add to those from yesterday.
Read back over yesterday’s Newsletter if you dare.
I know many of you are sunning yourselves around the world. I am of course Ibiza bound, but for those in Tunisia, Bermuda, Barbados, Miami, Australia, Napa Valley, Lake Tahoe, Mustique, Bogota, Liguria, Capri, Sardinia, and The Maldives to name but a few…..
The rest of you who have failed to tell me where you have or are not going are unlikely to get a mention, unless it is sunny Doncaster…No really I know someone who is off to party in Doncaster, and let me say this Perseus, they are in greater need of a fake tan for that trip than you will be in Miami. Your absence on the day before you left has been duly noted, I hate to think how much of it had washed off before you left the country. I can only imagine the bitchfest that awaits whence you return.
Eugene with Neil’s help is setting a weekend of wall to wall villa parties for me. I shall not sleep before I die, which may be early Wednesday given the number of abodes I have to visit.
Finally may I was wish all of you that it important to a very Happy Easter. As the Italians say “Vi voglio tanto bene.”
This is a little something that Emi made today. It is a double sided cashmere blanket. Available with a satin border in either Royal Blue or Brown colours. There are only 4, two with the blue and two with the brown. They are 2m x 1.5m and would normally cost £590, but as we are using the last of the cashmere they can be yours for £350 each.
There are a few things to acclimatize to before once again I might find myself lying prone on Neil’s bed in Ibiza. The lying prone thing may be a result of excess alcohol, but since I am taking my youngest on this trip, she will ensure that is not the reason, she wants to catch up with a friend she hasn’t seen for 6 months. “Everybody loves champagne!” especially our Emi. I will be lying prone for another tattoo to add to those already adorning my body.
“Anchor”, who shouted that?
This trip I shall also be taking a Sherpa (Insert Van). Neil has had so many dead things delivered to the shop it is the only way I can get them all down there in one go. However I’m sure the Sherpa will break down and refuse to enter Neil’s domain as if it were some horror film and he doesn’t want to enter the land of the possessed. He may well drop all the parcels after witnessing Neil’s golden smile and run screaming into the distance waving his arms above his head. Oh well, that’s what passes for normal behaviour in Ibiza. (I apologize to anyone who has owned a Sherpa).
Many congratulations to the ‘other’ Neil who was part of the National Founders Cup winning basketball team. I must say I feel this is in no small part down to me. Neil, although being an excellent personal trainer at 6’4”, 36 years old and 100kgs, calm down, calm down, has required a training buddy. Step forward yours truly all of 4’6”, 100 years old and 63kgs, and it was my job to give him a run for his money, as no one else wanted to train with him. This culminated with us playing full court basketball one on one, on Thursday as a sharpener for Saturday’s game.
In my mind I think this was just the inspiration he needed to go the extra mile!
When someone says they had a trial for Chelsea or Arsenal, or in my case Bristol Rovers you take it with a pinch of salt. So when Neil said he played a bit of basketball, I took that with a pinch of salt.
How nice it was to be proved wrong. Able to perform jump shots with both hands, and hit ten in a row from the free throw line; Neil was a joy to watch, from below in my case. I tried to give as good as I got, and I explained I was a bit rusty, but disgraced I was not. Thankfully, and the ball seems so much smaller than when I last played.
For the hairy bikers amongst you, time for a waxing, Spring is here, get out on those bikes and head for London’s glorious parks.
Suggested waxings sent in by an interesting, and interested customer!
I’m out most days now from my base in blessed Pimlico to the far side of Richmond Park and back. The deer I scared slung over my back for lunch seems to have gone unnoticed on the return. The Pinarello aka “Il Cervo” has been awesome, so a big thank you to Adam for my birthday present, Surrey 100 here we come. Be warned I will be asking for sponsors for this and the Royal Parks half marathon, it is the only way I’ll be able to get round, and for a good cause of course.
And finally the new stock you were all after……….
It will be followed by more bits and pieces tomorrow.
New Belts
It’s going to be a long month. So I thought why not accompany some new merchandise with a little prose. I was minded to add a few words by young Matthew, as he’d introduced a new word into our conversation:
Flâneur – as defined by Baudelaire.
“The crowd is his element, as the air is that of birds and water of fishes. His passion and his profession are to become one flesh with the crowd. For the perfect flâneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito ………
Blah, Blah, Blah. Baudelaire
Matthew did you mean, by definition from “flânerie” from 16th or 17th century term, denoting strolling, idling, often with the connotation of wasting time? Are you pointing a finger at me?
Right, enough of that let’s step outside and put yer dukes up. Let’s settle this like men and go for a wander; I can’t be bothered to fight about it….