Nathanael West

March 10, 2011

He had no belly at all. He was a dried-up little man with the rubbed features and stooped shoulders of a postal clerk. The shiny mohair coat and nondescript trousers of that official would have become him, but he was dressed, as always, elaborately. In the buttonhole of his brown jacket was a lemon flower. His trousers were of reddish Harris tweed with a houndstooth check and on his feet were a pair of magnificent rust-coloured bl├╝chers. His shirt was ivory flannel and his knitted tie a red that was almost black.

Day of the Locust, Nathanael West


Junya Watanabe, Fall 2011

February 24, 2011

Retro Collar

February 22, 2011

This item of clothing has no peer in my wardrobe. No pair of pants or short-shorts has the right shade or cut. I found it in an laneway op-shop in Adelaide and like to think that it once came with matching shorts. It has a strange soft-synthetic fit and comes with a golden triangle attached to the zipper, no doubt with special powers to ward off the big game that roam the African Plains. But until I take up game hunting (never) or find it an equal, it will remain in my wardrobe; or come out on that very special day: washing day, with a mis-matched pair of pants.

Pattern + Pattern + Pattern

February 21, 2011

Jonathan Saunders, Fall 2011 ( via The Sartorialist)

I love it. It would be on some Hit and some Miss lists. Polarise, for sure.