Get it off your chest.
1. A hunting hat. With ear-flaps. Either Filson or Woolrich. Elmer Fudd goes hunting for small girls instead of wabbits. Went to charity shop.
2. A sharkskin suit. You've heard of highwaters - this was village idiot territory. Sold the jacket (only) to an Ebayer in Germany.
3. A cotton and rayon Nortex jacket. Boom Years Ivy it might have been, but it was a serious (and expensive) mistake.
4. A linen suit from Cecil Gee. Shoulderpads that would not have disgraced Joan Collins. Seamstress refused to tamper so it had to go.
5. The beret I bought from JS. Shrunk in the wash the first go. Hand-washing mind you.
6. Sedgefield khakis. Stiff as a board and with some silly stitching above the back pockets. Went to charity shop.
7. Cords from Bill's Khakis. Nice colour but 'a preacher's width'.
8. A Brooksgate duffle coat.
9. Anything from Haggar.
10. Several Baracuta G9s. All Ebayed.
Come on. Don't be shy. We all make mistakes.
Fred Perry polos. Had countless numbers of them pass through my wardrobe. From genuine sports shops to Harrods to FP stores and everywhere in between. Bar two, every single one shrunk to useless almost immediately. Of those two; One heavier knit, larger collared green polo from FP outlet at Portsmouth. Still perfect almost ten years later. And one cream with blue/red collar stripe and laurel. From Sherries or Ace Face or something in Carnaby St. Probably thirty years old. In (almost) constant rotation. Like new. Which if anyone knows or remembers those shops is phenomenally unlikely
A yellow Alan Paine V neck that made me look like a cross between an eighties casual and Ronnie Corbett.
A pair of Gant chinos that turned out to have no rise and be a good two inches too short. Ankle swingers. In fact I’ve got a removals box in the garage full of chinos that ‘might just be the ones’.
Some no name brown loafers that looked right, but proved to be as heavy and flexible as concrete blocks.
Not Ivy, but a Levi trucker from M&M Direct that was at least a size bigger than the label, and was closer to chambray then denim.
A blue with white dot Tootal that prompted a barman to ask “What can I get you Squadron Leader?’
A black fake Crombie with red lining and pre-attached pull out pocket ‘hankie’ that was too big and so poorly made that I gained the nickname Rodney Trotter for at least a year after wearing it just the once.
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Talking of heavy loafers, S, my J.M.Weston weren't an especially sensible buy and were castigated by someone on here as 'Euro-trash' or something of that kind.
Chinos can certainly present a problem. As TRS says elsewhere, they can appear dowdy.
Tootal I find too chilly round the back of the neck. The barman should have been sent about his business.
Those snide Crombies were all the rage in '69-70 (KingstonIan? Uncle Ian? Am I right?). The genuine article, single-breasted, made me look like a Mormon.
(Come to think of it, those 'Crombies' were often highly prized by adolescent boys, who would spend a good deal of time brushing them. That, I think, was all to their credit. These lads would also take good care of their shoes, even if they were off a market stall).
Oh I could go on!
The silver chain I wore outside of a white roll neck to show I was a ‘Style Councillor’
When I saw sense and left off the chain, the white roll neck made it look like I’d just walked off the set of Space 1999.
All mistakes that have led me here
^ Good to have you here!
Yes, I had a snide Crombie back in 69/70, bought for about 7 guineas from a shop in Putney High Street I think, and worn only a handfull of times. Part of the learning curve that if you can't afford the real thing you're better off not bothering at all.
I seem to remember young ladies also wearing them, with rather tight-fitting POW skirts, tights and clumpy-heeled shoes or boots. They stood around in little groups, chewing gum, smoking Number Six and were completely unattainable (by me anyway).
Hope you got a good price for the G9s. Both mine have proved invaluable, being that elusive unicorn known as 'bonafide boom years ivy that actually draws compliments from honeys'.
I like a generous fit on my trousers too, although I've never associated it with men of the cloth.
To be fair, I don't recall the last time I saw anyone wearing what a 'Talk Ivy' poster would acknowledge as a bona fide G9. I see middle-aged and older men wearing zip-up jackets, sometimes black, sometimes grey, but never in that classic 'natural colour' that I tend to associate with the old Baracuta,
Yes, they sold without difficulty, though I can't remember for how much.
Several things put me off them. The plastic zipper was one, Steve bloody McQueen was another.
Odd: someone had a newer version on Ebay yesterday with a 99 pence starting bid. Thirteen minutes to go and no interest.
I had a pukka Crombie bought from Dunn and Co. in 68/69. I don't think it cost much more than a snide one. I bought it to be one step ahead of my mates in their sheepskins. I was wearing it on the way home from the Black Boy Stepney Green. We got off a District line train at East Ham to go for a piss and my mate threw up all over the back of my coat. I didn't wear it much afterwards.Maybe a bad buy. Most of my bad buys have been overcoats.
Apart from all the eBay mistakes that were misrepresented, didn’t fit or came with smells that the dry cleaner just couldn’t banish … where do I start?
- a Burberry Tweed country style jacket that I thought I get the alterations tailor to convert to an Ivy look because it had a three button front. A few quid later, having had the shoulder pads removed and having been let out considerably, it looked like an English jacket that had been fucked up, because that’s what it was.
- a vintage dark grey ‘tweed’ (the acrylic version of tweed) short overcoat with a fake fur shawl collar. It looked great in the photos but when it turned up it looked shite and it smelled. Never got worn and I think I actually slung it out because I didn’t even feel able to take it to the charity shop.
- a black leather Schott peacoat that made me look like a refugee from some Balkan conflict.
- a bright orange Jack Nicklaus golf jacket that I bought because it looked red in the photos and because I thought it was made by Golden Bear - not realising that Nicklaus was known as ‘The Golden Bear’. When I wore it someone would always say ‘you’ll be alright if you break down on the motorway in that one’.
All of these were misguided eBay purchases where I could at least plead that I hadn’t seen or tried them on in the flesh. But the list goes on:
- a pink and grey plaid Pendleton lumberjack type jacket with a shearling collar that I bought from ‘Bobby’s of Boston’ the famed but now sadly demised vintage dealer. It was really warm and looked great wandering around Cambridge Square in the snow, but whenever I wore it in the UK mates would shout ‘Timberrrrrrrr’ when I walked into the pub.
- a purple cord suit from John Simons that I got carried away with in the shop. But then every time I looked at I was reminded of the suit that Jack Nicholson wore when he played the Joker in Batman. Fortunately I never wore it and managed to return it for a refund or credit I can’t remember which, but the main thing was that it was gone.
Sadly I’m sure that this sort of thing could easily happen again due to the rush of impetuosity I sometimes experience with clobber.
When JSA launched their first version of a J Keydge I rushed to buy a brown tweed number. It never sat correctly at the bottom of the jacket. It flared out. I took it to a tailors who attempted to remake it but it was still unsatisfactory. Ended up spending a small fortune.
Later versions were much better
Wow, just thought it was me that messed up from time to time... pink suit from Village Gate in ‘71, but I was only 18, but purple corduroy in late middle age tops that ,haha, glad you got a refund Woof,
You see, gentlemen, as someone once said, we're all in this together.
Stax, I think it was easy to mess up when shopping at the Village Gate.
I bought a salmon pink roll neck jumper from there in 71. Luckily I was washing my own clothes by then and it shrank to the size of a postage stamp.
“Yes, I had a snide Crombie back in 69/70, bought for about 7 guineas from a shop in Putney High Street I think, and worn only a handfull of times. Part of the learning curve that if you can't afford the real thing you're better off not bothering at all.??
I had an inexpensive Polish made one from C&A that provided sterling service. I do have a Crombie brand one that is fine, below knee length but I would not knock the C&A one.
I also have a Dunn’s British Warm in Crombie cloth. Definitely not Ivy League. Used to signify the pompous, middle class character in British sitcoms, but most are too young to remember those.
Also have a double breasted herringbone raglan sleeve Crombie. Very voluminous by today’s skimpy standards. Cloth not particularly heavy though - unlike proper overcoats from the 1950s.
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Another: those awful Timberland boots. When was that? About 1992? I'd very much liked their boatshoes, the ones my father bought back from the USA in around 1985, but the boots were an overpriced horror. Leather laces that soon wore through.
KingstonIan is right about the Warm. Mainwaring is seen wearing one in 'Dad's Army'. Nice item of clothing but, as KingstonIan says, definitely not Ivy League. That would not prevent me from wearing one on a bitterly cold day.
Timberland boots get a pass from me as they’re my substitute for wellington boots. Which I will not wear.
Unfortunately I’m often dragged into situations where wellies would have been a good idea. So Timberlands it is (brown leather, not that ‘wheat’ colour) They’re warm, dry and indestructible. But I’m not giving them any style points.
"a black leather Schott peacoat that made me look like a refugee from some Balkan conflict." Superb! (I very nearly spat a mouth full of coffee over my keyboard).
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