Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Menswear, for the most part, has always seemed a sanctuary of sartorial sensibleness. Then, around five years ago, just as the designer Hedi Slimane was mastering his narrow silhouette for Dior Homme, came the return of the skinny jean. Suddenly, to be fashionable, men could no longer rely on a weathered pair of Levi's 501s. Or a baseball cap. No, one's silhouette had to be that of an emaciated house spider. Or Gok Wan.
This season, menswear has been taken to new levels of skinniness. Guys, wince and whimper a painful "hello" to man-leggings, or "meggings".
On the catwalk, in magazines, on the legs of industry "muses" such as Jethro Cave (son of Nick), meggings are everywhere. So I decided to take a pair for a spin one morning. Yes, I wore them into work. Not being Iggy Pop, Torvil or Dean, before I set out I picked up the phone and called another bandy-legged old pro, Justin Hawkins, the former leotard-clad lead squealer of camp-rockers the Darkness.
"Step and thrust; step and thrust," came the sage words from Hawkins, who was on his way to Whitstable at the time with his new rock outfit, who are appropriately called Hot Legs. "Suck in your stomach," he continued. "Go commando if you can brave it and watch out for those cold gusts."
Strapped up like Rudolf Nureyev (I decided against Hawkins's undergarment advice), I hobbled to work in a pair of sequined black leggings as conjured up by Belgian designer Martin Margiela. I looked like an evil mermaid and felt as if I was walking with a crotch full of staples.
But the response was fantastic. This must be how an X Factor winner feels the morning after the vote. Pretty girls smiled, tourists stopped me for a shoulder-hugging snap, builders wolf-whistled, colleagues cheered (mostly).
I looked about as camp as Alan Carr on ice-skates, but my inner fashion soul was thoroughly massaged. Of course, it couldn't last. I met my French, impossibly tasteful girlfriend after work for a celebratory drink. Juiced up with sartorial machismo, I approached her at our local bar. Looking up, then down, she covered her face with her pretty hands and pleaded, "Oh God, honey. You're stinging my eyes."
Posted by Monsieur AG at 3/11/2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
The weather was crazy today in London. The Sun was shining brightly in the sky when it started raining out of a sudden. The rain stopped...i thought i could continue shopping...but it rained again. Nevertheless, i still managed to get something today.
Guess what this is?
Yes. It is Balenciaga again...
This time round, i got myself a Men's Day Bag. The colour is black but it has a shiny metalic shine leather which Balenciaga is famous for. I bought this classic bag because the Spring/Summer ones are not nice at all in my opinion. Furthermore, the size of this fits my need for a daily bag as don't carry so many items with me during my casual days. I still like the weekend bag which i got earlier but its not for daily use. Thinking about this, the bag will definitely be of great use for my upcoming trip to Milan and Paris.
Anyway, i thought this bag looks rather girly when i saw it on the picture but i changed my mind immediately when i saw it in person...
i like the studds especially...
I think i am poisoned by Balenciaga after my Dior Homme madness. I saw a very nice Balenciaga jacket and i am considering really hard about it...
Posted by Monsieur AG at 3/09/2009