Well there are those regimental neckties of course.
Repp ties is the technical term. The only item I can think of that is highly popular with most US ivy fans yet rarely finds popularity with UK natural shoulder adherents. Personally I don't think I've ever worn one. Even when I wore ties 5 days a week for work.
'Most of us like loafers, though, don't we?'
Yes but not beefrolls, and not in cold weather.
The Repp, I think, looks a little unyielding. I don't much like a striped tie anyway. They remind me far too much of school.
School? Me too.
Grammar school, 1971. One of the last in Derbyshire to pass the Eleven Plus. Much good it did me. My friend failed and now works with a multi-million pound budget, exporting UPVC windows to Belgium. His single O-Level has stood him in better stead than my degree and teacher training certificate.
He has a dicky heart, though.
Good for you.
What does The Community think of Anthony Crosland who famously stated:-
If it's the last thing I do, I'm going to destroy every fucking grammar school in England. And Wales and Northern Ireland."
I know what I think of him. As you said yourself, a CUNextTuesday.
It was -1 F this morning (-18 C which sounds even worse). So today I do not give a damn. All LL Bean except the Darn Tough socks, heavy duty boot version. Insulated three eye Bean boots, lined tech pants, lined flannel shirt, heavy duty zip up hoodie, and puffer jacket for outside (plus a Hanna tweed cap and a Press scarf).
‘I know what I think of him. As you said yourself, a CUNextTuesday.’
Well we are agreed on that at least.
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Plus my hair stylist lady had shoulder surgery and is just now taking appointents for February. So there is nothing I can do about my REO Speedwagon hair. That is the final straw, the last indignity to be endured before my 60th birthday in late Feb.
Yes I am in a Horrible Ivy mood hahaha
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Bloody Hell I haven't heard mention of REO Speedwagon for many years.
It was minus 2 here this morning although fortunately where I'm presently residing is well insulated and has central heating. By the time I ventured out at midday it was a little warmer and flannels, ocbd, Shetland, Florsheim smooths, check scarf, tweed cap, 1960s wool overcoat and leather gloves were sufficient. The first time I've smartened up for a few weeks. Otherwise I've been in permanent heavy ivy i.e. jeans, Red Wings, pea coat, watch cap, ocbd and Shetland.
It's so much more than just clothes.
Yuca, is right about taking influences from the past. But where does the past become the present, !988? We probably all have a view on this one.
From this forum I've picked up lots ideas on music, film, books, art. It really has been an education. More often than not there's a connection rather than just being random thoughts. It has also reinforced my views on a certain synchronicity between Ivy clothes/wearers and their interests.
As for pubs, the only time I'm in them is to eat. I keep a Sawdays Country Pub guide in the car.
I drink wine the majority of the time and unfortunately the average British pub takes the mickey on both selection and price.
Perpetual stimulation is available for those who value it and are prepared to seek it out. The Mods called it 'topping up'. JFM and I called it 'layering'. It can be quite intense from time to time, yet it's vital for the inquiring mind to keep on doing precisely that.
I always enjoyed 'The Syllabus', too, knowing that Mr. Gall would come up with something invigorating and wondering just what would be next.
When I first came on here, in 2007 or 2008, Facebook was unheard of, much less Instagram. 'Talk Ivy' was brimming with fascinating posters, many of them switched on Americans. There was much talk about music, film, TV, art, architecture, design - yes, and a good deal about button-down shirts and jackets with raised seams and patch pockets, too.
But I've never stopped learning and evaluating. It's been an education.
Wine. Gin. Whiskey. All drinks I won’t buy in pubs now. Only leaves pints doesn’t it.
I must admit I’m not quite getting 2RS’s point re pubs. I don’t visit them often, but enjoy it when I do. For a fairly unsociable bloke I’ve managed to pick up more than a few good mates. And it’s good to meet up with them and have a moan or a laugh and maybe one too many. It wouldn’t be on the cards to pop round for a coffee and have a good natter.
I don’t think I’d ever dress in smart ivy to go down the pub. It would be wholly inappropriate. But I don’t have to. Isn’t there a part in the Ivy Style book that’s just a pair of Levi’s and a Lacoste polo? - ‘No point in overcomplicating’. Do I dress Ivy if I go to a Wetherspoons? Well yes. Because most of my clothes are Ivy (to an arguable extent). There’s no ‘back up wardrobe’ for when I’m forced to mix with normal people.
‘Perpetual Stimulation’ I love that. It’s bang on for me. I hope I’m always learning. I wonder if most of the ex members of TI simply achieved a wardrobe of Ivy Nirvana and wandered off to fixate on something else? Hope I never reach that point.
I should imagine a lot of the former posters simply got pissed off with Frosty Mellor and jumped ship. They probably don't bother looking in here, expecting to find it still moribund. One has to be grateful to certain people - Woof and Yuca among others - for consistently keeping the faith.
I miss The Weejun, Jesmond, Harpo, Moose, Quay, NSB and so many others. Some are doing their stuff - like TRS - on Instagram. Not for me, I'm afraid.
'The Syllabus' was better: somewhat in keeping with J.P. Gaul's original website for Russell Street. Those, in my opinion, confined to a screen though they were, outclassed the books. Graham Marsh has become badly overrated.
I can't see a problem dressing smart to go to a pub, it was good enough for our forefathers some of which may have worked 40 plus hours a week down a pit or in a factory but would dress up Saturday nights to go the club or pub. My own father a social weekend drinker would always go out in a Jacket, shirt and tie. Myself, it's invariably freshly laundered denim and button down, polished loafers/Brogues and a cashmere or Shetland knit, swap the BD and knitwear for a Lacoste polo or Madras BD during the warmer months.
My father, too - although I'm guessing he never drank more than a couple of pints of that fizzy rubbish that preceded CAMRA.
I never could see a continental style 'cafe culture' succeeding in the UK. We're far too much 'sausage, egg and chips, grease on the side of the plate'.
The other big problem in England is - lunch. Often difficult to get anything edible.
Another state of mind that unites us is (at least to some degree) a conscious rejection of the mass market and the 'mindset' that accompanies it.
I enjoyed the fact that, however many years ago, I would have to catch an early train to London to shop at Russell Street; that what I 'desired' was unavailable except in that one modestly sized shop. Hence - I'm sorry to say - my disappointment at seeing Failsworth caps in a shop in Chesterfield. (No: I apologise: this sounds overly snobbish: I did buy Paraboot from a shop there). But, in spite of all this talk about 'democratization', Ivy League dressing can no longer be about that phase in our post-war history. If we're not careful, the entire concept will become meaningless: just hairy fools drinking beer whilst modelling Jake's shirts.
I know and like a lot of hairy fools who drink beer. One of the biggest modern jazz fans I know is such a chap. He has no interest in clothes whatsoever. He is mad about Derby County FC and cricket and most sport and also keen on cinema and the theatre.
Others wear band T shirts and jeans, tell me what NWOBHM stands for and remind of the line ups of bands I have not heard since I left school.
That's all right. One of my former students, not an accomplished historian, is a Chelsea supporter. Derby County? We all have our cross to bear. They last fielded a good time around the time our grammar school became a comprehensive. People in Derby talk about BC and AD - Before Clough and After Docherty.
I propose a new thread on What Divides Us: Spoons versus coffee culture.
I'm sure my paternal grandfather, not a gentleman of extensive imagination but a survivor of First Ypres, would be amazed at the possibility of buying - and even drinking - a skinny latte in the grim mining and textiles town where he ran the local Co-Op. More of a light ale man.
You can get unlimited coffee(or tea) in Spoons for around £1. Since covid you are told to use a fresh cup for each refill. Probably not for the coffee connoisseur. It is out of a machine for a start.
But there are characters that come in and sit next to the electrical socket and basically want free Wi-fi.
I dont understand the coffee thing. I could not work out why the coffee places were still busy after the end of the working day. I thought they were for people killing time between business appointments. They look rather boring. Everybody looking at phones or tablets. Not much laughter.
There is a good case to made for Spoons as the new Lyons Corner Houses.
Plenty of teetotallers come in and women who just want a bite to eat.
They are always busy. Impressive architecture in many of them. Inexpensive and popular.
Shame they don’t have nippys but some of the girls who work there are very attractive.