The last pic really is fantastic. The first two don't do much because I've never liked plaid shirts with ties. Horses for courses. It's all so so subjective. Such an individual thing. And JJ is certainly an individual.

Love his looks. Not always, but very often. Inspiring. Sometimes a bit too "workwear", but always very tasteful...

I really like his style, it's completely his own if that makes sense. Ivy with a twist.

Sammy puts in the claim that Jason Jules was oversold by Frosty.  I can't help but agreeing with him - although I'd say Jason Jules is more than capable of overselling himself given half a chance.
If there were many comments on his book, they've slipped my memory.

Of course Frosty would have found Jason achingly 'hip' because Jason happens to be black.  Had Jason been black and a one-legged sodomite who'd been at Cambridge with Guy Burgess, Frosty would have had multiple orgasms.

Funny folk, the middle middle class (not the snots who have an intercom at the front gate, a second home in Thailand and a Polish builder on call), especially when they've 'slipped' in status.  They can take great comfort in mixing with the lower orders, quaffing foaming pints of ale and swapping tips for the Grand National.  Chap I used to work for was exactly like this, spending weekends in draughty houses with some smelly retriever to hand, eating cottage pie and custard.  An odd combination of arrogance and affability was at work there.  'Charm the birds off the trees'.  And he wore secondhand suits from Saville Row.