For me, as a teenager, maybe even a bit earlier, seeing a magazine ad for a product I don't even recall, but, I fixated on the guy's jeans in the ad, and, thought I had to have them. Also, seeing Robert Klein, in his early years, wearing saddle shoes, prompting me to have my mother take me around to every shoe store in the neighborhood desperately seeking saddle shoes. Finally found them, and, wore them with the jeans. I also remember an early appreciation of desert boots.
For me it was when I started high school. Kids fashion in the North West of England around this time was greatly influenced by fashion trends emanating from the football terraces. Liverpool FC were very much in the ascendency and the fans who used to follow them on their annual forays onto the continent for their European Cup games would hunt down obscure sports brands or items not available in the British market. Boys being boys, this obviously lead to a kind of one-upmanship on who could find/buy the most obscure item.
As a teenager I was more into casual wear as most teenagers are...
Jr. High School in Mpls. c. 1961. Gant shirts (with the famous loop on the back pleat) most desirable, Sero allowable, nothing else really considered. Tough fit when you have a neck size of about 12. We were also wearing garters with our stockings, and I think Florsheim Imperial Wing tips were worth owning, esp. shell cordovan models. This was just for schoolwear. I don't remember anything more formal or any other sartorial idiocies. I think we were called "Baldies", or aspired to be called that. Mpls. was really backwoods in those days, one laughable skyscraper and the closest Brooks Bros. in Chicago.
Harrogate, 13, when I made my first plan...
i love stories... why couldnt my parents have had me 50 years before they did
here's mine...winning the sixth form best dressed boy 2008 and '09
watch it bruv
My mother took me one winter to buy a suit for my cousin's wedding.
I was wearing a knit turtleneck. The salesman commented on what a unusual look it made.
The next season saw the brief turtleneck fad with everybody looking like a U Boat reunion.
A few years later, I wore my uncles blue melton navy bellbottoms to school and promptly got stomped on by the peg leg levi 501 orthodoxy, probably why I hate the cruiser school of fine dress to this day.
I returned from a summer far removed from world affairs ( a early foray into religious retreat) to the post 'Summer of Love' in 1969. All the peg legs had been changed out for- bellbottoms.
This taught me the unfairness and fleeting nature of 'fashion' and I retreated to a world of Conway greating Chang on the mountain plateau in a 3 piece suit and coat in lieu of the Beatles going to India.
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Reading Frazier's "The Art Of Wearing Clothes" just before I started College-haven't changed a whit since.
I don't consider myself sartorially obsessed.
O.K. when did you start paying attention to your clothing?
I'm watching a programme on California wines.
They were talking about methods today we would call organic.
Only our viticulturalists are calling it 'biodynamics.'
My grandfather called it farming.
Sartorially Obsessed does have a jungian ring to it.
I love the smell of lincoln shoe polish in the morning. It has the smell of- victory.
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l was sartorially obsessed with the plainest black leather soled dress-shoos before l could walk. Wanted a black captoe oxford throughout all of my childhood.
Actually, my earliest memory was sneaking out my dads dress shoos at 3 years old. My parents later told me about all the shoo-antics l got up to as a baby. Got some old photo's somewhere.
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