My older mentors, Pad & Jim, still wear Ivy. Levi does too, over in Paris. Others have come and gone. S'pose it all depends on how into it all you are. My old chum Greyhound always mixed & matched his Ivy with whatever else caught his eye in that Moddy way of his. Come to think of it, most people I've known did that too. Ivy was just a shirt, a pair of loafers & a zipper jacket.

Graham from Kingston Upon Thames, Beverly Boys School and all that, was a quarter of the original Russell Street and falling out with him over Russell still makes me sad.

Anything I know about Mod came from him.

Like me, he used to shoplift in Bentalls for Paddy and we were once so close that we'd wear each others clothes & kip on each other's sofas.

Greyhound, if you read this, won't you please come home?

little jim

^ But Boatie - I need you to spread the gospel. Make your guys into the best informed Traditional American Style dressers on the Net.?

Education, education, education!

Wearing: Levi 519 cords, usually tan or brown. Hanes navy sweatshirt. Cheap Keds or Incontinence pants style sneakers from Sears, Penney's, Yellow Front, Zody's, or wherever.
Listening: Beatles, Rolling Stones, Devo, Blondie.
Watching: Bob Newhart, Outer Limits, Johnny Carson
Reading: SF mainly
About to start high school

There's something occult about that chap's good looks in that case then. A portrait in the attic, a deal struck at midnight on some blasted heath under a full moon - There's some story there that he's not telling us...

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if this threads about all of the 80s, my main memory involving "ivy" is of the LL. Bean catalogue. once i came across my grandma's copy at 9 or so, i subscribed to every perambulation of it, though i have to this day never hunted upland (or lowland) fowl, fished with a fly reel, or been backpacking anywhere wilder than the zurich train station. it was a window to a new world, a world where the coked up next door neighbor didnt scream about "fucking shit everywhere" a 4 in the morning. unlike our own neighborhood, freeport didnt seem to have any little sicilians with knives. it was a world without zubazz pants, z cavaricci, Sinbad,marithe and/or francois girbaud, or Surgical appliance/ british nights/L.A. Gear sneakers that looked like gigantic infants' booties.  it was a world without House Music and Death Metal. i wanted to move there, to freeport, ME.,  and spend the rest of my days flyfishing with the various elderly maine residents and lithe, blond women in authentic scottish cardigans.

Last edited by shamrockmonkey (2010-02-12 22:40:34)

Just a thought from left field - Many men are 'rediscovering' the hat these days, so how about a small crystal buckle to be worn on the hat band? It could just clip on & off to give any man's hat wardrobe a touch of luxury?

... I really ought to try to sell this idea to Andy Gilchrist...