"All over already".  Yes, I'd say so.  I've read about the blazers and flannels etc. you mention and it sounds like a Look all of its own, far removed from the star jumpers and huge baggies I remember. 
I was into clothes to the extent my Mam would allow me to be (the term 'control freak' hadn't been coined in 1972, NSB, but you'll get the picture).  We were kiddies, you know!

I have been trying to spend less time on here but ever now and then a post pop up that get me back.

A few months ago, I had posted a link to someone who has put picture on Soul Source his and his friends days from Mod to Suedehead.
The picture are (if not somewhat blurred in some case) a great look at the detail of the clothes.
http://www.filmnoirbuff.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=4089

I was thinking thought are the later picture suedeheads or a group of like-minded people who where Mods trying to stay smart but away from the crowd?


Lewis



Ps, The picture links on SS are not working so I’ll try and get them back on there (if you wish)

Alex, I’m looking forward to your essay.


I’ve gone over all the spelling in word (just hope it still make sense

I remember:

The market stall crombie (exposed red hanky)
The Budgie jacket (horrifying)
The loafers (always tasselled, most often basket weave)
The socks (not only red but also orange and lime green or orange with black bands)
The brogues (strictly for kicking rival Girls Ball games fans)
The brollies (I till bear the scar above my left eye)

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Six degrees of seperation?  Professor Kelp's right, I think, about a 'generic way of dressing', and that means the hardcore Ivyist very often having to go out of his way to give subtle twists to an overall 'look'.  Common ground, however, is found in cleanliness (at least, it should be) - remember Elms' insistence upon it?  I found myself in close proximity to some crusty creature in Oxfam the other day who stank to high heaven.  I found myself almost gagging, having gone through my early morning routine of shower, shave, aftershave, deodorant etc.  A fresh haircut is essential - a crew cut more or less.  The 'Wiki' entry amuses me, linking the cut during the 1950s and 1960s to a man of conservative political opinion.  That's me all right. 
Where I live, though, the only soul fans are local businessmen, the rest being mostly chavs and hip-hoppers, skaters or Goths.  Nary a 'mod' in sight, much less some freak in horn rimmed specs and a sack jacket, trousers cut too high and big shoes, looking like Barry Goldwater.