Ah! another slurp of Antarctica down the hatch and some smoked turkey rolls being eaten right now. My answer is that you are probably right about the fashion stores: they stay in business because many men would be prepared to wear old sacks and string, if that's what their friends were wearing. In fact, there's probably a fortune to be made out of old sacking, if only Abercrombie and Fitch got around to it. I think that the rich, tough guys (as described) would readily enough admit that they like good clothes but they would not see the topic as something for discussion in real life. As, indeed (generally), it is not; well, it is not, in my experience: hence, the fora and all the photographs with obscured faces, asking whether X tailor has done enough to flatter: flat seats, prominent calves and dropped shoulders, and whether Y shoemaker has disguised fallen arches, hammer toes, bunions and other natural abominations. Down to 3rd January 1972, most youngsters just followed their fathers' (and, in my case, even more so, grandfathers') leads but they were leads given by silent example, and copied in simple admiration. Once families started routinely fragmenting, the leads were no longer there and so youngsters invented their own ideas and, generally speaking, aided and abetted by various fashionisto tossers, what a varied and extreme mess they made of it; until we reach the stage where all the world wonders where it all went wrong.
Not having enough Antarctica lager is part of the problem.
But that is easily fixed...
A great thread, and a thumbs-up bump for this topic by Tony.
Something I've noticed is that FNB posts less these days, but when he does he's always on form and comes closer than anyone in understanding the psyche of sartorial dress and the raw/cooked power when executed with supreme intent.
I'm dressing better than ever these days, most of the suits and jackets thrifted, but worn with a better understanding of colour and presentation, which I put down to the influence of this forum. Particularly, for giving my instinctive love of Ivy the language and specifications to implement it to desired effect. All the rest is mere branding, for which, I admit I was sucker for, hook line and sinker for all of my teenage and adult life. Free yourself of branding, like having kids, you will move from one place to another, from being naive; a mere child, to being a free thinking adult man, high above the herd below on the plains with all its garrishness and the mere folly of fashion.
As for Antarctica beer and Springbank whisky, I hope that Formby and NJS have not suffered too much in the cool cold cruel light of the day.
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