RIP – Brooks Bag.  2015 – 2018.  

I lose stuff.  Not normally physical stuff; things like dates, peoples names and other vital memory functions.

On Wednesday the loss was physical, though it took me till Thursday to spot it.  My MacBook Pro and the Brooks Barbican Shoulder bag I hoof it around in.   Left at the side of a school gymnasium as I counted the boy’s possessions back into his bag to make sure he doesn’t lose anything.

The irony is overwhelming.

At 8am this morning was at the school bunting through the sports cupboard, filing lost property reports and praying to the galactic spirit.  I visualised myself finding it and floating home with a big smile holding it close, being smothered by my adoring wife and looking into my boy’s eyes and says “That’s how you find something” – “I am the finder!”

Alas, it wasn’t handed in or at the back of the sports cupboard.  It is gone.  Someone else has claimed it and as I type this I am dimly aware that out in the hubbub of the City my laptop and bag have become someone else’s.

Before typing this I say goodbye to my laptop, reporting its loss to the police, insurance company and finally pressing the delete all data button on iCloud.  The loss of my half-finished Stars End novel is, I’m sure to be mourned by the world of publishing.

The loss I feel more is the Brooks bag.  It was perfect.  It fitted a sketchbook, a pair of jeans, t-shirt and laptop.  The perfect shoulder bag.  Obsessed as I am about products ageing and wear patterns I can tell you it was a work of art which over my 3 years of ownership (A gift from Wife before a trip to Italy 3 years ago!) had developed into the most perfect man’s bag.   My loathing of whomever now has possession of it is increased by my awareness of their ignorance of its importance to me……..  Yet I lost it.  Irony again…

The insurance company will want photos as proof of ownership and the only one I can find is my facebook page header.  I remember taking the picture one evening it in a grotty hotel room opposite a jeanswear factory I was visiting.  I know it will sound totally trite but I did so much with that bag, it represented so much more than the sum of its parts or the utility of its function.  After my boy, it was the best ever thing my wife had ever given me.  (Yes that includes my XBOX)

RIP – Brooks Barbican Bag.  2015 – 2018.

Gone but not forgotten.

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Mickey Mouse Chewing Stick!

Paint Mixing for Buttons
Paint Mixing for Buttons

Mixing up orange paint for the base coat of London Denim buttons and had to smile at the hidden Mickey I’d inadvertently created.  If you’re a Disney nut like everyone in our house you’ll know that all around Disneyland there are three circle designs known as hidden Mickeys.

Read more about them here.

Mickey Mouse Chewing Stick!

Paint Mixing for Buttons
Paint Mixing for Buttons

Mixing up orange paint for the base coat of London Denim buttons and had to smile at the hidden Mickey I’d inadvertently created.  If you’re a Disney nut like everyone in our house you’ll know that all around Disneyland there are three circle designs known as hidden Mickeys.

Read more about them here.

Fyodor Golan – SS14 – A Bit Lost (It could have been Me)

Fyodor Golan - I see Through You
Fyodor Golan – I see Through You

Something got lost this morning at the Fyodor Golan show (It could have been me – My morning – Dropped boy at school, gave Dr X boys mates dad a lift down town, parked and sauntered to show).

The Fyodor Golan boys hit a lot of the right trend notes but trend notes were not the reason I wanted to see their show.   Their past four runways have been dramatic and unafraid.  This one had only echo’s of those.  I also failed to find a convincing look to push my imagination into overdrive.  There were no girls here I’d like to Snog, Marry, Kill let alone Bed.  There were some lovely ostrich feather colour explosion cocktail dresses, shiny disco pants and volume pant-suits but all felt individual not part of a whole thing.

Vogue.co.uk normally has the full photos up first here
Fyodor Golan website here

The 100th Sparkly Pants of the Season.
The 100th Sparkly Pants of the Season.

I Love Jennys Waist – Jenny Packham SS14

Love Volume with a Natural Waist Cinch.
Love Volume with a Natural Waist Cinch.

I love being a boy and I love working with denim but if God held a gun to my head and said I had to be any other British designer at the moment I would choose Jenny Packham – Strange choice for a denim boy I know – I can’t really explain it I’m just starting to really really rate her.   The collections are so, so, so tight.

If Badgley Mischka can present me with the girl I want to be with in the City that Never Sleeps then Jennys given me the girl I want to hang around Burgh Island with.   Not been there?  Well its a great little bolt hole on an island off the Devon coast.  No television, limited phone signal and dress for dinner every night.  I’d lounge with Jennys girl in the bar, a round of whist and idol chat with other guests.  She gets all the admiring glances and I bask in the delight that this woman is mine.

This season I’ve fallen for the ease at which Jenny’s played with volume while keeping shape.  I’m an absolute sucker for a girl with a fine figure dressing with volume while showing off a tight little waist….

Jenny’s here at Style.com
Burgh Island were I image us hanging out is here

Jenny's Carmen Sexy Gypsy Lover
Jenny’s Carmen Sexy Burgh Island Gypsy Lover

You learn a new name every day – Ji Cheng

Ji Chengs beautifully Contextual Shoots
Ji Chengs beautifully Contextual Shoots

Sorting out the show invites for London Fashion Week and was checking out this designer Ji Cheng.  She’s got a few of her own stores in China and this is her first Foreay into the European market.    Just loving the contextual way she shoots her collection.

Looking forward to her show on Monday.

More pics below and her site here

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A Girl I want to Know Better – Badgley Mischka – SS14

Badgley Mischka - A Girl I want to Know Better
Badgley Mischka – A Girl I want to Know Better

I am Rockafella, Aster, Du Pont or Vanderbilt.  I’ve come to party in this wonderful suite overlooking the park.  I can’t remember who’s invited me but know that everyone who’s anyone is here.  I need ‘The John’ and pass an open bedroom door en-route.  The scent of a woman reaches out of the room and there are wonderful evening dresses laying on the bed.  On the dressing table is a photo of a beautiful woman.  Its been made so it looks like she’s striding over the city.  Like she owns it.  Her scent works its way under my skin, I feel heddy and sit down on her bed feeling the softness of her clothes beneath my hands.

Then she’s in the doorway (in look 15)  – I fall instantly in love with her.  I don’t even know her name and I want to be a part of her life, I want wake up to her every morning and my children to call her mother.

A lovely collection from Badgley Mischka – See it here