If Ken ever sees any of this old bollocks - which is highly doubtful - I reckon he'll be bemused.  Yet no-one I've known has had quite that effect on the way I would want to dress.  The man was sharp as my old woman's tongue while I was still playing with Dinky Toys, and now he's just pared down cool.  It's fantastic, and yet another reason why I will one day exchange my Hilton sack etc. for simple cashmere navy v's and quality desert boots.

Saw Ken down John's the other day & shook the hand.  Ditto Mr. Lally & Jeff...    I don't see GG enough ...

Or RPR -


At a party with Mr. Woofboxer tomorrow ...



Jim

Earlier this year I was fortunate enough to visit the Andover Shop in Cambridge Mass. I bought a pair of trousers and had to go back a couple of days later to pick them up after hemming.

Many paralells with the JSA shop.

The legendary Charlie Davidson wasn't in evidence on either of my visits but the place was staffed by a couple of guys who immediately reminded me of Ken and Jeff. In their early 60s,  perfectly turned out, projecting the look but in an effortless, downplayed way.  Their demeanour in the shop was the same too; you received an acknowledgement when you walked in but were then left to look around as long as you liked without interference. But as soon as you wanted any help you had their undivided attention, the benefit of obvious knowledge and experience and a certain amount of dry wit!

Very similar gentlemen!

Just the job.  My daughter is expressing an interest in visiting Cape Cod at some point, so I could perhaps make a trip to the shop.  I've got one of their catalogues hanging around somewhere, showing a lime green duffel coat my wife likes.  Maybe the secret is to steer clear of NYC.

And now we have Paul, Guy & Andy to add to the mix. 

All more than worthy of style profiles on here.

Chaps like Kenny are cool because the notion of being cool has not crossed their minds in ever so many years.  I had the same feeling when communicating, several years ago, with Lloyd Johnson.  Chens, by doing what he does, simply opens the window and hurls cool down onto the street below.  I'm not convinced that anyone blogging can be cool.  The Internet is, in itself, now highly uncool.

When something ceases to be cool it becomes a 'classic'.  Like the wretched Harrington jacket.

Still much to savour here.