It was a joke chetmiles. I can't stand the feel of corduroy, it goes through me like nails on scratching on a blackboard. Well he got the gig, but I got the name.
As a balding middle aged Madness fan, with two kids, a missis who wants a new Giant vibrator, an ageing Range Rover HSE 4.6 that hasn't had a service for 18 months, a 30 year mortgage that only has another 24 years to go, a stack of paper on my desk that is a model of Versuvius in eruption, I am hardly going to be christened the The Ace Face by the secretary or my work colleagues, am I?
Yes, I christened myself "The" Ace Face, it may be a sartorial crime against the truth, but I wager, you're not the reincarnation of Miles Davis or Chet Baker are you?
^great stuff. love the shoes.
Sorry about that Chet. There's a whole thread here: "the loneliness of the misunderstood stylist". I could contribute a bit as well, believe you me.
I admire Chet's focus. Same as I do with Gibson Gardens in a different way.
The point is to agree or disagree but still get along. We need preachers as well as a congregation!
Lewis, it sounds like you're having a good time! Celebrate your youth!
Mister Smart. you look the business! I'm sure you'll upset some of our purist friends with the tats, but I like how you're doing things your way. Right on
The only thing I miss about not having a proper job is putting my feet on my desk...
... That and stealing pens.