Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Freedom of choice


THIS time of year is always a dilemma for me and my chums, the city tends to be slightly sleepier than usual and what with the oi polloi of the House off on its extended summer vacation all is quiet in the capital, so one is faced with the dilemma of beach or countryside.

There are always choices and in some cases a choice is good, keeps your man servant on his toes, (to use the vernacular) champagne cocktails or large rhesus negatives as a morning heart starter? Eggs Benedict or smoked salmon? You can see the situation I find myself in on a daily basis.
Having chosen the remain firmly ensconced on these shores, Mustique has been rather cheapened by the arrival of the rock star clique I find, the plethora of social events to choose between has left me rather perplexed.

August is always one of the finest when it comes to range, and having just spent a wonderful afternoon picking birds off whilst imbibing jugs of claret, I refer of course to the Glorious Twelfth I am now in celebratory mood to the wonders of choice.

I am not one for always sticking to tradition of course, preferring Heckler and Koch, my MP5 to be precise, to Perdy when it comes to bagging a few grouse in between bleary eyed snoozes, being carried around the Scottish moors on sort of thrown, which was all rather fun. 








That reminds I must send some flowers and a card of condolence to my former man servant's wife. So unfortunate, but if you will stand in front of me while I am firing a loaded weapon and drunk as a lord then, well, there will be a price to pay.

I will get the new incumbent in the role to pen something suitable.

Well choices are always good and the new Adidas Originals arrivals provide just that … sports, casual, running, football, blimey I am exhausted just thinking about it.

A lovely take on the icon that is the Gazelle II, is the first thing to prick my interest the dark green and gold shoe smacks of Australia, oh the time we would travel over and thrash the locals at cricket during the timeless tests, jolly japes. But the shoe itself is just perfect and is equally supported by the dark royal blue and red version, both being new colour ways for this year and limited in release.

Taking a rightful place in the pantheon of the Dazzler, comes the Spezial dark royal trainer, with rubber sole and delicious suede upper, the contrast heal and stripes make this an understated winner.
The running side of things, generally not something I do, unless after my man servant to give him a jolly good beating, but I do like to look the part as you may have gathered and the superbly bright ZX700 in the white, royal and gold and the red, white and blue, very Olympic in my opinion.

The Adistar range is a real hark back to the 70s for me, maybe it’s the combination of thinner sole and off white upper sole, I do not know, but it evokes great memories and emotions for me, or it could just be the fourth bottle of Chateau Lafitte, a cheeky little Bordeaux for lunch at Rules.

The three colour sets are Cragol black, Cragol being a muted sunburst yellow, the Racer dark royal and Unired and black, all are muted colours with contrast heals and make for some very interesting stylings.
I approve.  

Friday, 17 August 2012

Woolrich worth it


All I can say is that it was bloody hot, no not hot, humid, crushingly humid as I had what may well be a final chat for some time with my dear friend The Colonel.
We parted our ways after sipping cocktails on the Playa Ensenachos, Cuba, he, on his way to confirm overall control of the international export business for Cohiba cigars, me to continue my international ramblings and wanderings, which has been my want ever since the pioneer spirit filled my well healed boots as a child.

As I sip from my crystal glass of XO sat in Trader Vics, Park Lane I realised that my good friend had suggested I take over a particular role of ’blogger’ whatever that is? for Stuarts of London as we baked and sipped Mojitos.
I prefer the word scribe, but I understand fully Le Colonel’s need to remain up to date with the all the nuances of modern language as he travails the globe in search of adventure.

Anyway, enough of this nonsense you will in time find out more about me and the whereabouts of the C man, but just to introduce myself and as the song created in my honour says: ‘Should you ever bump into me in the street, my name is: SKYLON!’
Sir Henry Fortesque Skylon The Fourth to be precise, We will stick with Skylon.
It is less of a mouthful, especially after that all-important third magnum of Dom Perignon, served at 42-47 degrees Fahrenheit of course, has passed ones lips.

So on with the show as they say and I must say I was jolly pleased to find out that my old chums Kasabian visited the store recently.
It was the least they could do after I created the group, penned most of the first Long Player and of course etched the first version of their now infamous covered faced logo.
I haven’t crossed swords with Serg and the chaps for sometime now, so I wondered what the lads would have been looking amongst the plethora of labels and goodies on show?

I am only shooting in the dark here, rather like that time I was high on ludes on the Mekong Delta shooting rats the size of shire ponies in some wild bet with the king of Vietnam at the festival of the Nine rivers or some such.
A wild time was had by all and I still have the fur hat to show for my blunderbuss skills.
So I reckon the boys would have had their eyes taken by the superb Woolrich range, especially the parkas that remind of those sported in The Thing.
Do you remember that film? A superb arctic adventure, but the real ending was that I escaped along with Snake Plissken, once again that is a story for another day.

The stunning olive and navy finished coats are part of the John Rich and Bros production house from Pennsylvania, USA that creates some excellent quality garments, something they have been doing since 1830 by all accounts.
The parkas, although not fishtail, are the standard parka length and shape, with two front bell pockets; a four-button fastening front, with inner zip, side vented pockets on the body and a string adjustable hood.
If anyone recalls how cold things can get in winter in dear old Albion then wearing this will ensure you don’t experience that again.

It is not called arctic for nothing you know!

The jacket which contains DuPont Teflon fabric protector, which helps avoid staining, vital when popping open a cheeky bottle of Margaux in your local polar exploration station, or just pub I suppose.

The down-filled coat insulates to 40 below and it is of course water resistant.
All this really does save your man servant burning all his possessions in a bid to keep you warm and there are specified details about the quality of garment and fabrics used tat would make your head spin.

The fur trim on the hood is the final coup de grace.

I would like to add that Master Rich who began the company hailed from England originally and bloody good show as well.
The new range also offers a delightful Aleutian navy vest with zip through and button fastening, two side hand pockets and also protects to the same level of insulation as the parka. The vest is probably a better choice when out shooting or other game sports as it allows for more flexiblity in the arm department.

This is vital when trying top pick off your house staff and servants, to wing them as they make a break for freedom after a particularly long luncheon on the crocquet lawn.
All in all these are fabulous pieces.

Of course the designs do not stop there, the Michagan Peacoat jackets are splendid, coming in tan and navy, the detachable hooded rain-coats will suit for work and play and run full length.

I must say I was particularly taken with the Trappers Henley jumpers, with the high button neck are just right for winter coming in green and navy in regular fit, with a Woolrich metal patch on the hem, these are delicious.





The labels use of muted colours is a polar (I cannot stop that now) opposite of other designers form across the pond such as Penfield and Carhartt and Gitman Bros.

The link with terrific British brand stylings such as Heritage Research and YMC is obvious.

There appears to be a battle for the common ground of the American outdoors look and if so Woolrich has made a claim to at least part of that ground. Huzzah I say, Huzzah.

Adios Skylon