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The musings of a curious dresser. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. August 11, 2012. With thanks to superella, Hobbs/Neustetter, and Maja Marx.]. June 14, 2011. Women have no business smelling like flowers. – Luca Turin. Even so, the loss of sharp focus brought on by failing light (or the failing photographer? By Issey Miyake; top by Superella. Dictator chic, Free State-style. May 20, 2011. The pendant works better on a ribbon than on a chain. More despot, less Tupac. April 9, 2011.

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Between fashion and death: A shirt

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Between fashion and death. Friday, 18 November 2011. A check shirt from Crichton, bought by my father in the 1990s. I last wore this shirt in Milan a decade ago. I was meeting a colleague who was moving to London, and it seemed important to show those Italians - with their comically studied. Who invented this thing of ours. So I wore this with a red and blue Debonair woven tie,a navy-blue windowpane-check bespoke suit from Kilgour French and Stanbury, and a pair of Johnny Moke chelsea boots. Nice.

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Between fashion and death: A sweater

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Between fashion and death. Thursday, 24 November 2011. A cashmere sweater, bought from a Joseph sample sale in the mid-90s. There’s a picture of me in this sweater, cutting slices of cake at my Grandmother’s 90th birthday party. When everyone else was noisily enjoying themselves, I found myself sitting alongside my grandmother, as she sat in one of the armchairs that sits across from me now. Seize the day, put no trust in the future. Posted by BETWEEN FASHION AND DEATH. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Between fashion and death: A T-shirt

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Between fashion and death. Thursday, 10 November 2011. A T-shirt from Filmelange, another Japanese company making an art of the everyday. There are some things that are, or become, so soft and familiar that you don’t notice them. Then there is that rare object or experience that is even softer - whose softness makes it unavoidable, impossible to ignore. Posted by BETWEEN FASHION AND DEATH. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How I have seen. When all you have is a hammer.

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Between fashion and death: A handkerchief

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Between fashion and death. Friday, 18 November 2011. A handkerchief, bought from Paul Smith’s Floral Street shop, in 1988 or 1989. Washed so many times it has become like voile, with holes that grow larger with each use. It will soon fall apart, but right now is approaching perfection. Posted by BETWEEN FASHION AND DEATH. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How I have seen. When all you have is a hammer. Simple theme. Powered by Blogger.

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Between fashion and death: A zipped sweatshirt

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Between fashion and death. Wednesday, 26 October 2011. A zipped sweatshirt, bought from Agnes B on the rue du Jour, in the late 1990s. For five years I worked for a company that handled Absolut Vodka’s art sponsorship. While on a trip to New York, I got a call from Michael Holman, who had founded the band Gray (“not black or white, but gray”) with Jean Michel Basquiat in 1979. The band was reforming and coming to the UK to play a gig at the ICA, and he was looking for sponsors. How I have seen.

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Between fashion and death: A fleece jacket

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Between fashion and death. Wednesday, 30 November 2011. A fleece jacket, bought at one of those outdoors shops in Covent Garden in the late 90s. I remember the salesman telling me it was a "technical fleece" - which is sales-speak for ‘it costs more’. Somewhere there’s a very cheesy photograph of me in this jacket, at Everest base camp in Tibet in 1998: arms folded, wraparound mirror shades and a week’s stubble, gurning at the camera with the mountain’s rocky triangle behind me. I am a long way from home.

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Between fashion and death: A pair of boots

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Between fashion and death. Thursday, 24 November 2011. A pair of boots. A pair of John Moore boots, finally bought, but only recently, from Present. I had wanted a pair of his shoes since the mid-1980s; but he was long-dead. Then someone started making them again. It would be easy to dismiss these as ridiculous; but are they absurd, or just unfamiliar? In a sense, they are meta-shoes: shoes about shoes, pointing to the superfluousness of all the other aesthetic choices made in our footwear.

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Between fashion and death: A pair of boxer shorts

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Between fashion and death. Wednesday, 26 October 2011. A pair of boxer shorts. A pair of boxer shorts, bought from Banana Republic in Coconut Grove, in the late 90s. Leggy and I were sitting at the traffic lights in his car, giggling and stoned, when his Trinidadian accent drawled, “Dude. Sly! 8221; I look out of the window, and there he is right next to me: Sylvester Stallone, about to climb into a black S600. He was very short; I was very high. Posted by BETWEEN FASHION AND DEATH. How I have seen.

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Between fashion and death: A handkerchief

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Between fashion and death. Wednesday, 30 November 2011. A large gingham handkerchief, bought. Some time ago, who knows where. The blood came from my son’s mouth; it welled up between his teeth and gums and spilled over his lips where his face had hit the pavement, tumbling over a scooter’s handlebars. Posted by BETWEEN FASHION AND DEATH. 1 December 2011 at 20:31. Beautiful photograph. Iron-y red and cobalt blue - gorgeous x. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How I have seen.