I must say, one of the reasons I love the book is the absence of WASP nonsense, bow ties et al. The criticisms stated in that despicable review are what makes the book in my opinion.......
Don't bother me now - I'm off to crack one off over page 99...
Now which is the Traddest Kleenex?
... Oh the fun we have!
I once owned a Golden Vee exactly like that one. It resembled a table cloth. The Ivy Look presents a serious challenge to those eager to pick up the gauntlet. I used to sport a very, very Boom Years jacket but grew weary of being stopped by strangers asking me for a light and did I know the way to CIA Headquarters?
regarding to my recent essay on the other thread i must state that wearing a natural shoulder jacket in the oppressive eighties ot me nicked as western bloc / cia collaborator. the way i am now mentally, is caused by the electric shocks given to me by supo, our branch of the kgb.
The Vice Squad look. Bedecked in wing-tips and London Fog macs my friends and I strongly resembled early 60s FBI agents, a look very well represented in 'Mississippi Burning'. Walking into all-nighters dressed like this, with speed freaks spinning all around us, always generated nervous glances in our direction.
TM
Keep a low profile at all times. Detection is best avoided by mingling among a few Mormon missionaries. This usually works very well although it can result in being chained to a bed and used as a sex object by derranged women. A small price to pay for low-key suss.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mormon_sex_in_chains_case
Funnily enough, precisely that happened to us once or twice Chris.
Nation of Islam are another sharp group of fellow travellers with which it's fun to hang out. I remain, forever, in the words of Peter Meaden "a Soho negro of the night" though I think that was his corruption of Mailer's ideas.
TM
Exactly. People who work in banks generally dress like shite nowadays - perhaps her father was thinking of bank managers when he was a youth.... though I suspect they wore morning dress and winged collars in those days.
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Yeah guys but listen, here's the rub - Hank mentions Chesser's work with Brucie. Reckon this'll be published by Yale University Press cos they do the books for that fashion place where they're havin their show, ha!, an Ivy publisher, and an esteemed one at that with global distribution. It don't matter what tedious, boring shit they come up with their baby is given the sheen of credibility by the publisher. It'll become the reference book on the subject. I tell ya we're all frickin doomed. Someone should warn Yale they're gonna have a turkey on their hands. I reckon Brucie will write it, Chesser will do the picture work and make the tea.
Subtle how? Just worried what goes into our kids heads, thats all.
Oh I don't know. Bring it on say I. The wheat is always easily sorted from the chaff. The more the better for us all to sort through to find the good stuff.
Well, one notable aspect of Chinny-Chenners, is that he writes with the quality and wit of a repressed undergraduate who wears a hairsuit whilst listening to early REM.
He also makes it clear that he has no passion or interest in Ivy, he's bemused by it all. Yes, Chenners, I understand where you're coming from, you don't dig it, you feel those who do are stupid limeys or funny Japanese.
And yet, you spend all your time, which is pretty substantial as you don't have a day job, blogging on the subject, sorry writing your "magazine" on a style you utterly despise. I call that pretty weird. Or should I say, PITA, PIZZA, P.I.T.I.F.U.L.?
What was the stupid acronym he was boasting about? Something to do with Turkish pizza.
They call him Mr Pitiful, that's how he got his name, cause he spends all his time writing on a blog that doesn't pay....
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