Apparently some of you would like to be reminded that we make garments to measure….
And a bit of eye candy, no, no, no, not Emi, it’s all about me, me, me!
Volpe Night Out
I mean around all my travelling, ducking and diving, you want me to work as well. I’ll have you know I didn’t get into this to have a job it’s more of a role according to Boris, and only a couple of hours a fortnight at that.
A few days in Ibiza here, a weekend in Rome there, it’s as if you are trying to cramp my style!
Anyway, talking of style here are some photos of some outfits that I have put together, in order that you might have some idea of what I will mainly be wearing this summer.
These photos have already made an appearance on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter for those of you who stalk me in such places.
We finally have a full range of summer fabrics for suits, jackets, shirts and beach towels. As it’s not warm enough for beach towels I’ll post those later. I know I’ll only get a slew of “out of office” from those of you who spend more time reclining on a beach than I do.
I’ll keep you abreast of my exploits and travels at another point as we are only a few days in, and don’t worry I’m storing it up.
Goodness, if I have to put up with Neil and Eugene fighting who has the greater column inches each time I write one of these things. Luckily neither on them would be seen dead in any of the things I am posting here!
And so you know it’s not just about jackets, because dahlinks they are so on trend! Heavens I must leave the little green fairee alone!
Look I’m only trying to sound down, and trendy with the kids, and their social media.
I wouldn’t want you to think that we’d forgotten about the suits…. the one above is particularly natty.
Finally here is a photo to show that I can sew. I know you only have my word for that, but I can and have in the past.
Me and the elves are capable of anything, suits, jackets, trousers, shirts, ties, socks, underwear, coats and anything else including beach towels, just ask!
I will defer to Bill Murray to finish, more or less.
When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Pimlico and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn’t imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.