I knew I could smoke you out, Boppy, my favourite class warrior. With great respect. Personally, I hate the class system and absent myself from it at every chance I get. These days I often find it's mainly kept going by those from those below, not above, as some sort of badge of honour. Very tiresome.

I'd no more lump myself together with a group of objectionable strangers under the banner of class than I'd lump myself together with a group of objectionable strangers under the banner of 'Mod' or 'Trad'...  But that's just me.

I also refused to join The Tufty Club once upon a time.


- Be of good cheer -


Best -

Last edited by Topstitcher (2013-09-25 01:06:02)

I like the second picture, in the other pictures he just looks like a ex-hippie student of the 60's who went on to become an art teacher in a public school. Too much " I know none of it goes together but I don't want to look like I'm trying".  And completely failing.

The last picture is pure class. Very camp Dandy-which I kinda dig, mainly because I wouldn't dare try and pull such a look off.

Last edited by Dudley Clarke (2013-09-26 05:54:05)

The ear stud is most regrettable - one would have expected an Elizabethan drop pearl.

... And as I am the only specialist JS archivist/curator/collector on the planet to date (Not even JS himself can be bothered to be such an anarok of a trainspotter) I can tell you that the above date is wrong. It wasn't from 1967 as Mr. Simons' The Village Gate didn't even exist then.

My collection comes with testimonies written by the donors telling when they bought their kit, where they bought it, why they bought it & what it all meant to them.

It's a kosher bit of work.

A lovely big fat slice of sartorial social history.