Gap appear to have managed the modern miracle of actually turning the shops into Black and White TV (a la Pleasantville). Not a hint of the spectrum above grey is on display. Since the competition have already nabbed Mrs Richie, Mrs Skanky-Crackho and Lady Nipinn-Tuckk, the Duchess of Gastricbypassia the Californian’s appear to have nabbed (from beyond the grave) the only celebrity designer worth having: Henry “Any colour so long as it’s black” Ford.
The new job looms. After over a decade in business casual, the new position at Feng Shui Bank requires me to step, once agin, into buisness formal wear.
I don’t mind; I actually look good in a suit, and think the work at the gym makes me feel good in a suit too, so all in all, I’m quite looking forward to the change.
Which brings me to TM Lewins. After a conversation with him, where he told me to abandon my original plans of having an all-new Ralph and Brooks Bros wardrobe (”Too American, darling. And FengShui is a very Olde Englishe Banke. You need to blend in, very trad Eng. The Madison Avenue look can wait a few years”), I’m looking for something a little more English.
The rather cute, rugby playing, public school looking shop assistant smiles shyly at me, and nods. “Afternoon, sir.”
The St. Francis campus in Brooklyn’s Water Polo Team. From left, above: Mmm; no; yes; GOD YES; *spurt*.
Since we’re going to be in the neighbourhood next month, I feel a spot of stalking may be due.
More pics after the jump…