Fashion

25Sep05 — 21

Plots In The Klondike

The mini-revival of dotcom mania is in full swing. Even The Guardian printed a student entrepreneur story yesterday. A month ago the “bedroom boffin” (as has probably already been described by his local newspaper) had an idea that’s turned out to be a cleverer than it looks on paper. Alex Tew’s milliondollarhomepage sells off space […]

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13Sep05 — 0

Fashion It Is Then

Remember when they used to do stories about falling sales at Marks and Spencer, when they still didn’t take credit cards? Today it’s a story about falling profits at French Connection, whose Website won’t allow you to look at anything at all unless you have Flash installed. Once you have Flash installed then you can […]

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09Sep05 — 7

When I Lived In Modish Times

There are debates going on at Eric The Unread’s and at Harry’s Place about which of three of Eric’s teenage badges he should be most embarrassed about: Marillion, Lenin, or Greenpeace. This is indeed a question worthy of discussion. Amusingly, of the three corresponding Wikipedia entries I link to, only the Marillion one is undisputed. […]

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01Sep05 — 3

The Chav Hunter

I have observed before that Cambridge has Goths like other cities have pigeons. Thanks to The Guardian online (in turn thanks to Pashmina in her comment at Quinquireme), I have discovered what they get up to in the summer months: shooting townies.

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18May05 — 3

A Case For Dylan

This morning (whilst looking for something else of course) I stumbled upon this post entitled “Even Dylan Hates Hippies” from the ‘Blog the zoo last year. I thought I should share an extract with you (and not even the bit containing the phrase “Rasta wannabe”): Earlier this week Bob Dylan released his memoirs, and in […]

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16May05 — 11

My New Fashion Guru

I went to Auriol‘s wedding Auriol, Pete, and all[click image to enlarge] dressed like this: Counsell when I could have gone dressed like this: Rodman Dennis Rodman: there’s a man who knows how to accessorize a pair of shades. [Stolen from Go Fug Yourself.] [The rest of the pics should be on their way to […]

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12May05 — 13

Generation G In “Night Of The Teenage Voter”

Orphan Jack has grown up knowing only the strict but kindly guardianship of Father Anthony, the devout head of the Westminster County Home for Lost Boys. By careful budgeting, Jack’s dour Uncle Gordon has managed to pay for Jack’s care during the eight years since his father disappeared. But now Jack is coming of age […]

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17Apr05 — 4

My Straight Trousers

The menswear floor of the Cambridge Grafton branch of Next: Leasey and I are practising low-stress tag team male/female shopping, a mode of consumption made possible by mobile phone technology. At last an end to blokes idling morosely in Monsoon while the women they are browsing with compare a succession of near identical burgundy velvet […]

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28Mar05 — 3

The New Bigotry

Cambridge University* has banned all uniforms or national costume (including kilts) from its graduation ceremonies. According to a ranting politician this is of course “elitist“. Actually it’s the opposite: everyone is expected to dress in exactly the same way, regardless of accidents of birth. Besides, Cambridge is an elite university. Get over it. At least […]

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28Mar05 — 2

You’re Wearing That To The Premiere?

Judith and Leasey, connoisseurs of celebrity fashion disasters both, should enjoy the merciless Go Fug Yourself, online home of all that is fugly. (Occasionally even GFY has to give credit where it’s due, though.) [UPDATE: GFY brings us a close-up of Kylie Minogue’s lips: I rest my case.]

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27Feb05 — 2

Punk Slam Dunked

Effra, the first commenter on this story at Harry’s Place says most of the things I’ve felt about punk for the past twenty-plus years. She does so as she compares that musical movement of late seventies to this Web movement of the mid-noughties. She’s right about punk, but her assessment of ‘Blogging is about as […]

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26Jan05 — 5

A Day In The Life

Leasey: Hi, Damian. Who are your new friends? PG: The naked one with the beach ball painted grey and labelled “rock” is Sissy; the one in the cape and eye-mask is Benjy. Benjy: You LIE. I am ANON, crusader for TRUTH and JUSTICE. PG: Nice cape, Benjy. Leasey: Are these weirdos coming to the cinema […]

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28Oct04 — 7

My Gay Trousers

My friend Leasey told me today that she and her girlfriends are going to take me out “on the pull” to a place where repetitive beats are played and alcoholic drinks are served. She has ordered me not to wear my “gay trousers” lest the straight women think I am not interested in them. Apparently […]

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31May04 — 0

Almost Like A Whale

Imagine, for a moment, a new men’s fashion: “the ab-shirt”. It is the summer of 2006 and David Beckham is photographed with his second wife, holidaying on a private island. He is sauntering along the beach wearing flip-flops, shorts and… a T-shirt with a rectangular window cut away from the midriff to reveal his toned […]

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06Jan04 — 0

Ethan Rising

Yesterday Judith emailed in reply to my post about the doll called Eitan. She said she had the impression that the English equivalent of “Eitan”, “Ethan”, was becoming a more and more popular boys’ name. She’s right. Also yesterday, by coincidence, The Office of National Statistics published the latest report on the most popular boys‘ […]

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16Dec03 — 0

Ug

Just as in politics the extreme Left and the extreme Right converge, in fashion the extremely cool and the extremely uncool are separated by the thickness of a page of Vogue. Regulars probably know my dad used to be an English teacher. It is the duty of teachers everywhere to define the “square”. Teachers’ clothes, […]

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