We had great fun with these posts in the old days. It would be nice, I think, to bring them up to date.
GG is of course our very own TRS.
He might find the time.
Not much has changed in the last 11 years. Those Mercer shirts I bought then are still going strong and really have proved themselves the match of old Brooks. I found my passion for PTBs/brogues again and think my Trickers are superior to my Alden in robustness and materials. Have dabbled with other elements of Americana in recent years - too much chambray and Red Wing boots, which I have combined with Ivy with mixed results. I do think herringbone, chambray, denim and corduroy harmonise with good sturdy boots in a natural way. For a man approaching 60 I have what is probably an inappropriate love of good jeans, and still wear white ones quite regularly. The Peaky Blinders cap became overdone and I can only wear one when it's absolutely freezing. All those old blokes in Simons looking like The Goodies - it just became a cliche, though JS himself still looks super in his of course. Not sure I miss Keydge. They didn't age well and often compromised on the quality of build and materials, unlike my 1960s Brooks tweeds which are still magisterial. And the hair is a problem. Despite hair loss commencing in my teens I have never reconciled myself to the realities of the situation and if I could afford some Rooney plugs I might well get it done. Then I would sport a nice sensible Newman side-parting. Alternatively, anyone know where you can get a nice, low-key Ivy toupee?
TRS remains exceptionally photogenic, as his IG pictures amply demonstrate.
I don't recall the last time I saw a study of JS when he wasn't wearing his cap (even indoors). Didn't he refuse to remove it when requested to do so in a downpour? Quite right, too. The Simons look has always been interesting and full of surprises: like a hip jazz musician slowly evolving.
I still regret his refusing to sell me that green scarf I used to see him wearing circa 2008.
GG got cruised today by a good-looking gay man in the National Gallery Cafe so the baldness works for someone.
It must have been Barfing Pug, the Artist Formerly Known As Woof-Woof. He increasingly resembles a clergyman I once knew who, though married, was clearly batting for the other side.
'Talk Ivy' once had an openly gay poster called, I think, 'Mike'.
It also had a closeted one called, I'm pretty certain, Frosty Mellor.
Caps are an interesting dilemma.
As a shaven headed baldy I like the comfort of a cap in the cold.I have a lovely navy melton one that goes well with my black watch overcoat.
Sadly they have now passed from elegance down to the football terraces.
Coming from the noble City of Birmingham people hear my accent and often mention Peaky Blinders when I’m wearing one.
Regarding the Talk Ivy Gay Movement, how can you forget Jo-Bo, the man who had the hots for Woof and Chens and often talked off his fantasy threesome in the backseat of Woofy's Thames Valley Saab.
Jo-Bo has, in fact and by george, made a welcome, cruising return to the pages of 'Talk Ivy', the chaps on 'DressedWell' having turned out to be either too well dressed else clad in tattered Jubilee underpants.
Bending for the spare keys to that Saab could prove highly interesting if the bender has forgotten his lubricating fluid.