They were really in vogue around 87, if I remember rightly. Everyone had one.
I can just see Princess Anne in my minds eye wearing one whilst driving a Reliant Scimitar GTE shooting-brake with a bale of hay shoe-horned in the back.
They were made popular though, by a certain Sloane-y Princess.
Never owned one personally, a Barbour that is.
Waxed cotten Barbours are not in them selves warm unless your are charging up hill and building up a sweat and then they are too warm and you get wet from the inside. But they are good in heavy cover, are reparable if you encounter barbed wire and are water and wind proof if kept waxed. They are also overpriced.
So we've determined that Drip's Barbour is:
Out of fashion.
Over-priced.
Non-functional except in extremes encountered only by escaped convicts and illegal immigrants.
Untailored and poor fitting.
Loosely associated with the Royal Family.
Can be repaired/rejuvenated at great expense.
Therefore I nominate it as the Must Have Item of 2012 for Neo-Trads everywhere.
Last edited by Big Tony (2012-04-07 15:57:47)
The second one is rough stuff. Especially the "Oh how I love this city" guff. I predict we'll wind up reading about her in the Post five years from now, after she is discovered by a Con Ed worker chained to a boiler in the basement of a Staten Island bungalow, where she has been the sex slave of a hare-lipped accountant named Herbie. Just saying.
Agreeing with Patrick here - that second one is awful. Youthful enthusiasm is great, but not when you don't know what you're talking about or what you're dealing with. I don't mind popping into a Shake Shack location when I'm in the city, at least when it's not horribly overcrowded, but the highlight of the week was a Sara Bareilles concert? Christ, the San Francisco Symphony was presenting American Mavericks concerts for four days last week with adventurous programming. She could have checked out the Whitney Biennial. I assume she's part of the bridge-and-tunnel crowd, maybe living with five roommates in a two-room place in Williamsburg. I wish her the best, but man....
As for 30 - well, your life's just beginning at that point.
Andyland advice on how to care for your luxury grenadine neckwearage: Melt it with a hot paperclip or match.
http://www.askandyaboutclothes.com/forum/showthread.php?116941-Thread-pulls-and-serious-doubts-about-Grenadine-ties&p=1289495#post1289495
If Monsieur would care to keep the match lit after attending to Monsieur's necktie, Monsieur may also be able to warm Monsieur's heroin with it.
And the Andyites keep kissing up to this asshole -
http://www.askandyaboutclothes.com/forum/showthread.php?116863-For-the-man-who-doesn-t-care&p=1289067#post1289067
Of course he lists his location as Cambridge, Massachusetts, which is enough of an affiliation with Harvard to get most of Andyland to pop about seven boners (I suspect this guy would prefer to give the impression that he goes to MIT, actually). Anyway, lots of bizarre stuff about how you have to wear Allen Edmonds if you want to get anywhere in the US government, etc.
Last edited by The_Shooman (2012-04-10 04:38:02)