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Rebooting The Archive

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I managed to save some of the archive.

"They're only clothes".

I would like to say something that is blindingly obvious, but important to say nevertheless: clothes are there to be worn. I love fashion and dress. I love feeling fabrics, inspecting seams, getting an idea of the garment and some understanding of the construction (my knowledge of pattern cutting is relatively basic, but I have been attempting to learn more). I love trying on everything I can get my hands on - heck, I've tried on a corset, six inch heels and a ballgown...although, oddly, now that I think back at it, not all at the same time. I love wearing beautiful garments each and every day.

I often get asked what I wear when I am having a lazy day at home, or running out to the supermarket on a Sunday morning, to which the answer is the exact same clothes I normally wear. My wardrobe is too small for that not to be the case, and besides, there is a certain luxury to wearing full Yohji when doing the gardening or being prodded and poked (or worse, although admittedly those instances usually involve those rather breezy-back, bobbled cotton, faded blue gowns) in a hospital. Of course I try to take extremely good care of my clothes, but ultimately, you can't baby clothes, you have to wear them. I dislike the idea of owning a garment that only gets worn once or twice year - my wardrobe is built around the realities of my daily life, so it is formed entirely of pieces I wear regularly.

Omnia mea mecum porto - everything I have, I carry with me. I love every single garment I own, but if I was to lose them all tomorrow, it would not be the end of the world. I have actually been toying with the idea of donating my favourite Yohji sweater to charity just to see if I could. I am by nature a collector, but I dislike the idea of actually collecting - emotions mixed with rampant consumerism seems far too dangerous a combination for me personally. I like to live with less because it makes me constantly evaluate and re-evaluate the necessity of what I really need to be happy and content. That is not to say that I am against surrounding yourself with as many beautiful things as your heart desires, but for me you have to truly love those things, not just fill your life with clutter.

I absolutely love clothes, but I only own a few. Then again, I love books, but I own many (my dress library is finally reaching a respectably comprehensive state). I have a relatively small wardrobe, but I have owned many, many clothes and made just as many mistakes along the way. I am firm believer in the idea of never settling for less - go for what you love and go for the best. It does not matter how expensive, rare or beautiful a garment is, if it does not fit quite right, does not feel quite right, or is not being worn regularly enough to warrant keeping, I sell or donate it. That is not to even mention the fact that I will buy garments going cheap second hand purely in order to get my hands on them, inspect them in person, try them on and move around in them, before selling them again (and no, I do not flip for profit, I usually just sell to recoup the price I spent). Retail stores are a brilliant place to try on current and recently past season clothing, but there are so many garments out there to explore, I find it far too limiting to rely on that alone. Of course the dream is to be able to rummage through a museum archive, but I am working on that.

Like I said, I am collector, but I do not collect. Not in a way that is immediately apparent anyway - I collect information. When my laptop drive failed earlier this year, I lost a ton of information that I had spent years compiling - my archive. I managed to recover some of the archive (although sadly I did lose a massive amount), and having learnt the lesson that you should always back everything up the hard way, now that I have built my own computer I have a dedicated fashion hard drive (labelled the Rei drive, to my Yohji solid state boot drive, with an additional Issey drive to come...yes I know, terribly corny of me, but whatever). With the opportunity to start afresh I have decided to reboot the archive project in an incredibly ambitious way. I have implemented a five year plan to cover the period 2015-20, with additional features to help improve not only my collection of sensory and somatic information, but also a far more detailed archiving system to make sure I have as wide a spectrum of information as possible.

The original archive:

  • Front and back photographs of garment
  • Tagged size
  • Brand/designer
  • Country of manufacture
  • Fabric composition

The rebooted archive:

  • Front, back and detail photographs of garment
  • Tagged size, measurements, and description of actual fit
  • Brand/designer
  • Country of manufacture
  • Fabric composition
  • Date added - date sold/donated/worn-into-smithereens
  • Price and place bought - price and place sold/donated
  • Short description of sensory experience to be updated biannually
  • Short description of emotional experience to be updated biannually
  • Alterations and mending to be noted and photographed
  • Photographs of garment if remarkable wear patterns emerge

I will be photographing and documenting every single article of clothing I currently own, as well as every single piece I own for the next five years in similar (if not increasing) detail. The ultimate plan is to compile a detailed archive of my clothing for the next few decades in order to extrapolate trends and better understand my changing relationship with clothing over time. Our relationship with clothing is a constantly shifting dynamic, and one that fascinates me to no end, so where better to start than with my own experiences?

"Why?"

Simple. How can I possibly begin to understand why people wear what they wear if I don't even understand why I wear what I wear? It is also the most immediate source of information I have, and although it is not an objective project, having those sensory and emotional entries, it is not meant to be - I am interested in the experience of the individual wearer. I am also toying with the idea of adding a smaller side project - photographing and documenting the wardrobes of friends and family (who are happy to let me do so) on a yearly basis. The information, whilst not as detailed, will still show shifts in habits, and I plan to ask them to point out their favourite garment each time and explain why. Also the fact that this could include some people who are interested in fashion and others who are not, could also make it all the more fun. I plan on backing up all photographs and information in multiple locations so as to avoid losing information, and also to ensure that in the future I do actually have a solid and comprehensive archive to study. 

Alongside the archive I also plan to take a photograph of what I wear each and every day for the entirety of 2015, continuing either each year or at frequent intervals. The idea behind this is to have visual documentation of how the clothes are actually being worn, but also to better see shifting trends and habits in my dressing.

I may have lost the majority of several years worth of (admittedly basic) work, but going ahead I plan to have an even more detailed and impressive archive. Never give up, just aim higher.

Let the fun begin.


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Merry Christmas

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by Sarah Moon (2010)

Merry Christmas to you all.

Hope you and your families have a beautiful time this holiday season.

All my love,

Syed

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Taking A Step Back

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New Year. New Wardrobe? No thanks, I'd rather just make this one even better. 

The first few days of January are usually accompanied by grand plans to change our lives for the better, to work out more (or simply just start a few days a week), to eat more healthily (or maybe just one less slice of cake a week), to learn something new and exciting (or possibly improving a skill we already have), but that energy never seems to last. Taking time for reflection, whenever or wherever, is vital though. I guess the best way to approach these things is with a more structured approach, otherwise you risk simply talking into the wind (...which always struck me as an odd phrase, because screaming your hopes and desires into the wind seems quite fun).

Anyway, I thought it would be good to take a step back and assess the current state of my wardrobe and the direction in which I would like to develop it in the coming year and beyond. I have decided to write a basic overview of where I am at now and how I think I would like to focus my future efforts. As you will see the basic framework of my wardrobe is slowly getting there, and although it may seem simple and small (both of which it is), it has taken about four years to get to this stage. Overall I would say I am happy with my wardrobe, and although certain areas need work, it is slowly but surely taking on a shape that I feel is coherent and balanced. Whether or not I feel it expresses some sense of "me" is besides the point, but what I do know is that wearing these clothes just feels right for now. Quiet luxury. Whatever the hell that's supposed to mean.

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Outerwear: I currently own three pieces of outerwear - a black wool Chesterfield coat from Muji, a black single breasted cotton long coat from Yohji, and a black cotton moleskin Le Laboureur work jacket (the newer cotton/polyester versions might wear softer to begin with, but I far prefer breaking the jacket in myself). Spring and Summer are therefore well covered, but it is Autumn and Winter that really need some work because the Muji coat is now a bit too misshapen and ragged looking. I would actually like to replace it with two different coats - a long wool Yohji coat (basically a Winter version of my cotton coat) and a waterproof (or at least water resistant) black parka coat. One works for smarter occasions, while the other is better suited to those days when you just want to go out into the rain or snow wrapped up tight in a blanket. 


Shirts: It took me two years of searching, feeling fabrics, trying on shirts and moving around in them before I bought a single white shirt. Within the period of six months following that purchase I had two more shirts from the same designer - one black, one collarless white with subtle grey pinstriping. Measure twice, cut once. In exploring all the available options for a single white shirt, I unconsciously found myself evaluating multiple shirts from various designers, expanding the intended research merely because it was usually right there on the rail next to what I was specifically there to study.

I tried on shirt after shirt and found almost consistently that those by Ann Demeulemeester felt right. I have relatively narrow shoulders, a long slim torso and long slim arms. I have tended to struggle with sleeve length, with most shirts stopping short of my wrists. The slim cut and long arms of the Ann shirts I tried on felt right from the get go, but I made sure to explore as many other options as I possibly could before returning to them, just to make sure it was not simply love for the designer clouding my judgement.

Indeed many will probably wonder why I do not own Yohji shirts, and the simple truth is that I have not actually had enough experience with trying on that many Yohji shirts in a size 3. The majority I have handled have been a size 2, and although technically translating to my 46 size, given my height, the proportions do not work out and everything comes up short. Going forward I will definitely explore the option of larger size Yohji shirts than I have previously handled, because whilst the fit has been off, the garments themselves are undeniably beautiful, in terms of fabric and construction, as well as the actual design.

Two options that I had considered were Comme des Garçons and Issey Miyake. The issue I had with the majority of Comme shirts I tried on was that the sleeves were a touch too short, however I have only really had experience with the Shirt line and older Homme Plus collections. I think I may have to explore more recent Homme Plus collections to see how sizing is, as well as potentially trying to size up on Black line pieces to see how they feel. With respects to the Issey, again the issue is sizing - size 2 or 3 look comically shrunk, despite the neckline and body width actually being spot on. I feel I may have to venture into larger sizes to find the balance I require - I do not particularly care for a "fitting" collar given the aesthetic direction of my wardrobe and the oversize quality of many of the garments.  


T-shirts: I have written about these two Issey Miyake t-shirts previously (click here), but to summarise, I found the size that felt right and bought them. The white longsleeve is a size 4 (L) and the black longsleeve is a size 6 (XXL). Both are made from a pure cotton that feels even more fantastic after a number of washes. Just a word of caution - the white versions shrink slightly on first wash, which none of the other colours seem to do (I actually had a discussion with an SA at the London store about this). Although this has not really changed the oversize fit I went for, it is definitely something to be aware of. My plan is purchase two more, one white, one black, and that will be my longsleeve t-shirts complete.

When it comes to short sleeve t-shirts however, the jury is still out. I would like two in black and two in white. The process is not necessarily as easy as getting the short sleeve version of the longsleeves, because the entire shape and fit is different, and there is a specific cut I require. I like a relatively wide neckline, and one that scoops gently without looking too rounded or stretched. In terms of sleeves, I like them on the longer side, but they have to fall gracefully rather than sticking out stiffly at an angle as heavier cottons and more traditional cuts are wont to do on my body. The primary consideration at this point in time is Comme, however I am still investigating.


Knitwear: Yohji. Simple. I like my jumpers with a nice relaxed neckline, a wide body and loose sleeves (none of my Yohji jumpers have tight elasticated wrists). I have however been considering some black additions from John Smedley for more formal occasions, because it is always nice to have a smarter option. I have also been looking at the lambswool crew neck jumpers from Gloverall, mainly because of the fold back sleeves, which remind me of the jumpers I used to wear as a child (there is something comforting in that detail of a folded back sleeve that is indescribable).  


Trousers: Yohji again. The size 2 trousers actually have a 38 inch waist with a drawstring and the length is perfect for a thin single or double cuff. The ones I was wearing when taking these photographs are a size LL (XL/5), again with a 38 inch waist that I cinch in with a belt, and with enough length to roll a few times to balance the width of the trousers and allow for the wool to fall nicely. For days where the cold is just a little too much I have some thick wool Umit Benan black flannels, which are built like a tank and can take just about anything you throw at them without looking any worse for wear. I do actually wish Umit was stocked more widely, just to be able to try more pieces on, because from the work I have seen, the fit and finish is immaculate (I also think he ought to take over at Armani when the time comes, provided Pilati has not been offered a couture house by then).   


Innerwear: The vests that I currently wear are from Muji, and although the fit of the body is nice, as with most things Muji, they come up a touch too short for my liking. I far prefer something with a decent length to be able to tuck into my trousers, although given that the majority of my Yohji trousers are worn around my natural waistline (no doubt a shock to jeans wearers out there), the shorter vests do not pose a functional problem at present. I do however own a Comme undershirt that has a beautiful fit, and alongside purchasing another in white, I think I may slowly replace the Muji vests with Comme offerings. I had thought of buying some Ann vests, but the pricing is a bit too steep to justify unless I wear them like tanktops or with my shirts unbuttoned (and where the latter is concerned in Summer, I tend to prefer wearing the Comme undershirt). I am also on the lookout for black long johns manufactured under ethical conditions and preferably made using natural fibres.  


Underwear: I had two people ask me whether I include underwear and socks in my archive, to which the answer is a resounding yes. Small changes in the design of underwear over the years seem to fly under the radar, but they can actually be thoroughly drastic (a pair of Calvins today are just as different to those made over a decade ago as a pair of Levis 501 in the same time period, even though most people consider both an unchanging icon). When it comes to underwear I dislike branded waistbands, so these organic cotton trunks from John Lewis fit the bill nicely. In the space of a year the fabric composition of the waistband has already changed slightly so that the interior of the band has a more pronounced pile, whilst the exterior of the band is more densely woven - a small change that actually makes them far more comfortable to wear. 

I used to wear Muji trunks but I find the leg a touch too loose in comparison to these, and I definitely prefer the slightly more streamline fit of these. As far as socks go, I usually wear Muji cotton blend socks, either in black or charcoal grey (albeit with the odd red sock thrown in for good measure). I used to purchase underwear and socks from Uniqlo, but reports of poor labour conditions and major ethical concerns have had me looking elsewhere. Indeed I used to own quite a few different pieces from Uniqlo, but I have made the decision going ahead not to buy anything from them anymore.  



Shoes: I own a pair of modern Dr Martens boots that were made in Thailand, and beyond the poorer quality in comparison to my deadstock 1980s Dr Martens (the extent of which was actually a surprise to me), the toebox feels a touch too inelegant for my build. I think I would rather invest in something along the lines of a pair of Red Wing Beckmans in black, a pair of Marsell boots with a decent commando sole, or some George Cox black monkey boots with a wedge sole and low key stitching. The 1980s Dr Martens shoes are however fantastic, and I plan on wearing them for years to come.

The Clarks Desert London shoes are comfortable and look great, but alongside the Converses, I think they are merely a stop gap as it currently stands. The quality of both leaves me wanting and I would rather wear something a little more interesting. Once both are irreparable I will probably replace both with a single pair of low cut black suede Ann Demeulemeester trainers (none of that shiny leather banding or weird dip dye, I want the classic all black suede). 

I love my Yohji Superstars, and the Birkenstock Bostons are my slippers of choice.

Additions: At this point there are two major pieces missing from my wardrobe, the two extremes if you will - a suit and some sweats. As far as the suit goes I think I may end up buying one from Comme des Garçons Homme Deux, which tend to be more conservatively designed, just so that I have something a little more understated than a full black Yohji suit (although that is definitely on the list as a future purchase).

Where the sweats are concerned, I have been looking for around three years now for the heavyweight black cotton drop crotch sweatpants with the poplin skirted overlay from Rick Owens, but all I seem to find are the thin jersey versions. I may just buy a pair of all black drop crotch Y-3 sweatpants or something similar. I am still considering all my options for the sweatshirt but I do know that I want a plain black sweatshirt with a slim fit and slightly longer sleeve and body length than usual. I had considered trying to find a black sweatshirt from the first Silent by Damir Doma collection (when he was still using organic cotton...and the designs were actually good), but finding one in unworn condition at this point in time will be close to impossible.

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My wardrobe still needs work and it is a constantly evolving project, but I am happy with where it is right now and the direction in which it is heading. Hopefully this year will see even more improvements, not just in terms of my wardrobe, but overall in life, and I really do wish you all the same.  


xxxx

That Junya

London: A New Hope?

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"The real problem I think with fashion now is that creators means less and less. It's bureaucrats and facilitators who make the decisions." 
"The British Fashion Council seems to be growing and growing and growing but the results aren't getting any better." 
"Out of this chaos will come something good. The world came out of chaos."
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A lot of people talk about London fashion at the moment as if it's really standing out and going through this incredible period of creation and growth. Do you not agree?  
No. 
Why is that? 
Why? Because I use my eyes. 

There is a sense of anything being possible here in London. What do you think is extremely hard to achieve in the city? 

Well, it depends. I don’t necessarily find that the London designers here are taking enough risks. When I used to show in London, in the mid 90’s, we took so many risks. We were doing it for creativity, we weren’t really thinking about the consequences. Of course, I really wanted to sell at the same time, because I was really concentrating on tailoring as well. I always thought it was much more modern that everything was wearable, apart from a few show pieces that you’d seen more of, because of the way that the press wanted to see the designs, and not necessarily the way the designer wanted to be represented. I always thought it was really important to have an inspiring show, but also to really have a wearable collection. Even the wearable stuff was experimental. I was always trying to push ideas, let’s say. 
I feel that now a lot of the designers are more on a commercial route, where they can have the businesses. But, I just don’t think they push boundaries enough; or I find their work too similar to other designers’, from the past. I find that they’re not really pushing themselves enough. Of course, there are a few that I think are, but generally I think it’s not as much as the work from my generation. I would definitely like to see more of that happening. I think you can do both, you can have a business and push boundaries at the same time, but people think you have to do one or the other.
London now has a fledgling male fashion scene that could soon lead the world, if handled correctly. 
All I can say is, ‘Thank God, but what took you so long?’



Autumn/Winter 2015


Autumn/Winter 2015


Autumn/Winter 2015


Autumn/Winter 2015

I am a Londoner, born and raised South of the River (I was born just opposite the Houses of Parliament, across the River, in St. Thomas' Hospital and have remained South ever since. Fun fact: officially speaking you can not actually die in Parliament, your body will be carried across to St. Thomas' and pronounced dead there instead). But when it comes to fashion week, London has never really excited me - each and every season I wait patiently for Paris. Let me say right off the bat that if you are truly serious about fashion, Paris is where you take your collection, and I honestly do not see that changing for a long time to come. It is why Yohji and Rei went to Paris, it is why Rick went to Paris, it is why Raf went to Paris, it is where you go if you want to be seen alongside the best (...and of course some of the worst, but there we are, money buys you anything).

London Fashion Week and London Collections: Men has not excited me in years, and I have been quite open about that fact - it has been a visual orgy of costume shows and deafening noise, drowning out the talent and chewing up young designers mercilessly. The British Fashion Council would boast about how many more shows they had this season compared to last, as if determined to prove that quantity beats quality by shoving it down our throats until we spewed it back up and called for a dark room to lie down in. I maintain that most collections that show in London would be better served with a simple showroom presentation, and that most designers who show would be better served by going away, learning to edit, and only showing if they have something actually worth showing. But it's fashion, so I guess I'll get on my flying pig and speed away from the street style fodder come London Fashion Week.  

That probably sounds thoroughly pessimistic, but the truth of the matter is that the more I despair about the state of fashion, the more hopeful and excited I actually become. The worse things get, the stronger the need for a reaction, and when that reaction comes, it is definitely worth the wait. Looking at any of the great moments in fashion history we see time and time again that designers emerge to shock the system because they were reacting against something. Whether this reactionary motivation is conscious or not for the designers who create those landmark moments (although I would argue that it almost always is), it is that sense of rebellion and a yearning for something new that is at the very heart of fashion. So perhaps it goes without saying that certain conditions do help cultivate it, and nothing is more antithetical to the cycle of fashion than stagnation. Stagnation may sell well (Saint Laurent being prime example of that), but it also allows for creativity to emerge. 

For the first time in a long time I saw the London shows (London Collections: Men A/W '15) and was actually excited by what I saw. Suddenly it seems as if something genuinely exciting could emerge, and maybe there is hope yet for the flourishing London fashion scene that the British Fashion Council has been raving about for the past few years. The shows this season actually made me stop and look twice, and although there is a lot of work still to be done, the seeds have been sown, and nowhere was that more obvious than in the work of Craig Green. His current season collection is for sale in Dover Street Market as we speak, and without meaning to generalize, that in itself is a promising sign. This Autumn/Winter 2015 collection built solidly upon the framework he built with his debut, with a clarity of voice that is remarkable for such a young designer. If one will allow a rather cheeky comparison, the energy and creativity of his work reminds me of early '00s Raf or, as McDowell points out, early Galliano. 

For me the improvements at Casely-Hayford have been welcome and steady, and indeed this collection was one of the better ones in recent memory. How do we advertise and export the idea of London fashion? Yes there is the quirky nod of Paul Smith's tailoring that probably outsells everything else London has to offer, but I think the two main stays will always been youth subcultures and tailoring. We have the two extremes - from punks to dandies, and this provides a goldmine of resources and creativity. Casely-Hayford have the craftsmanship on lock, so to see the cool streetwear vibe executed so neatly, and in a far more alluring manner than the kitsch insanity of KTZ and the like, was a really nice moment. Indeed I wish most of the brasher brands that seem to need to scream youth culture and rebellion would simply stop for a minute and think about actually designing clothes rather than just Instagram and Tumblr friendly prints and images. 

Alongside these two collections were two, somewhat more conservative ones, that really stood out to me - Patrick Grant's E. Tautz and Margaret Howell (who McDowell affectionately calls the "Mother Teresa of London fashion"). With E. Tautz I think Grant manages to do what Ozwald never could - bring a sense of Savile Row to the catwalk in a translatable and fashion-oriented manner. What I mean to say is that Ozwald's shows never got the balance quite right. Even though the technical skill and creativity was there, the direction was never really suited to a fashion collection. It is the same issue I have with the likes of Gieves & Hawkes or Richard James; their catwalk shows do not really fit into the fashion framework - they are showroom collections at best. E. Tautz also managed to do what Dunhill failed to. Although both collections were tinged with nostalgia, E. Tautz channeled that nostalgia to create a contemporary image, whereas Dunhill's efforts simply came off as costume (albeit costume well styled).  

When it comes to collections by London tailors I would suggest two possible routes. The first option is that you create a brand profile away from bespoke and oriented towards a younger fashion consumer like E. Tautz does. Or you go budget (and balls) to the wall with the technical brilliance and theatricality of Thom Browne in order to bring more bespoke clients in and also to help sell some of the more creative off-the-peg pieces. London has some of the best tailors in the world, and for that brilliance not to be center stage come LC:M is a crime. They should be able to amaze us with their skill and craftsmanship and get all the menswear bro's away from mid-market Italian tailoring and double monk shoes, and into the best of the best that London has to offer. Oh, and while we're at it - kick Abercrombie the heck out of Savile Row and protect the area by instating it as a heritage site, after all it is where modern menswear began.

Getting back to the quieter side of things, Margaret Howell is one of those designers who I think of in the same space as Christophe Lemaire - a whispered elegance that you want to surround yourself in. Like most of my favourite designers her story is a continuation each season rather than an abrupt change, and that constant refinement really shows in the quality and finish of each look. I would rather see ten looks from Howell than ten of the "blockbuster" London shows that fill the newspapers. Parallels to the earlier work of Jil Sander are dangerous, because Jil had a far more artistic (for want of a better word) direction, but I think there is something there - I wish Jil could have stayed and kept refining her collections like Howell. Keep your head down, work hard, share what you love with the world - she gets it, and boy does it look good. 


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The Jeans Experience: A Sensory Approach

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A short-lived experiment, these jeans made me feel like I was walking on stilts.






Autumn/Winter 2015
Now these trousers are more like it!

Movement precedes perception. When movement ceases (the person dies), perception of external reality also ceases. But we would be overloaded with sensation if the brain could not filter and prioritize the signals it receives from the body. This process occurs in the primary somatosensory cortex and its gatekeeper the thalamus. There is a continuous loop between the thalamus and the cortex where we can measure alpha wave rhythms (usually pulsating at some ten times per second), which gives us a visual indication of the editing and amplifying of these sensory signals.

We are constantly bombarded with sensations through movement, but perception is automatically focused by the mind to stop overload. Imagine being constantly aware of every article of clothing rubbing against your skin every second of every day, let alone the touch of the air, or each strand of hair stroking against you. If you could not edit these out, it would slowly drive you mad, and so we see that on a small scale and a large scale we edit out sensation after sensation without even realizing. Imagine putting on a hat – you are aware of the feel of it for the first few hours, but eventually you get used to it.

The body can adapt to any number of modifications, internal or external, to the point that you stop noticing it, whether it be wearing glasses each and every day or a bodily joint that no longer moves like it used to. If we lose sensation, which is to say perception, of any part of the body, all we need to do is increase the motility of that part. In moving my hand I become aware of it. This may sound obvious, but what I want to emphasize is that perception relies on movement. To consider a static body is to only ever understand its structure, because structure is formed of frozen function. To truly understand the body we need to look at it in movement. Similarly to truly understand dress we need to study dress in movement. I often feel that the beauty of a garment lies in the folds because that is where the movement is stored.

It is through the movement of our bodies that we relate to and experience the world, and it is through our bodies that others relate to us. Every movement occurs on two levels – the somatic and the psychic – at the same time. When you get angry it is not the mind that gets angry and the fist that clenches independently. Rather it is a joint action, because the mind and body act in unity. But the motility of the body is rarely entirely free and exposed – we spend the overwhelming part of our lives clothed. After all, the social body is the clothed body. Imagine yourself curled up at home reading a book on a rainy day. Chances are that you did not imagine yourself naked (but hey, power to you if you did). Indeed so powerful is the assumption that the body needs to be clothed to be socially acceptable that we have the standard dream of turning up to a presentation or a class naked, with all the anxiety that goes with it.

The clothes we choose to wear change the way we feel on both a psychic and somatic level. I believe this relationship has yet to be fully explored and understood, but it is vital we do so. For me the most obvious and easy place to start thinking about this is on a directly personal level. By focusing on myself I become both the observer and the observed. Thus I am neither purely mind-focused nor purely body-focused, but focused on the very mind-body interface itself. Focus on this interface actually forms the essence of mindfulness meditation, a practice I have been engaged with for over a year now, and the research into which is very exciting (neuroplasticity is damn cool). Dress fits into this practice neatly because in focusing on perception and movement we are actually able to focus on the mind-body-dress interface. Interestingly enough the dress component is already built into the practice of mindfulness as bodily sensation is often referenced in terms of the body's relation to dress (e.g. “How does the left knee feel right now? How does it feel to have your trousers touching your left knee right now?”).

I have previously written about my Archive Project (click here), part of which includes writing down short sensory descriptions of wearing individual garments. To be specific I have been writing down how the garments feel in motion, because as we have already determined, movement precedes perception. It is my belief that sensory experience has a direct correlation to psychic experience. If we can better understand the sensory experience of a garment, we can better understand what happens on a psychic level (ideally with quantifiable data in the form of recorded alpha wave rhythms and cortical readings, so if anybody would care to hook me up with access to magnetoencephalography, it would be greatly appreciated...no harm in asking right?).

Mind-body psychotherapy maintains that the body structure and movement of the individual form part of the physical expression of psychological issues. But it is not only neurosis that is played out in muscular holding patterns and tensions – we all know that there is more to communication than the words we speak, everything from gesture to posture 'says' something (of course to varying degrees of comprehension and open to various levels of interpretation). However, to quote Freud, even though he abandoned his attempt to understand neurosis on a somatic level, “the ego is ultimately derived from bodily sensations, chiefly from those springing from the surface of the body”. It is at this surface level that dress directly acts, so I find it fascinating to consider the mind-body-dress interface instead of just the mind-body.

Take the example of a man in a new suit. He feels uncomfortable, he feels tightly bound, he feels like he can not move naturally. His stomach may contract, his neck feels constricted, his shoulders may feel tight. We know that on a basic psychic level that biological expansion is perceived as pleasure, whilst contraction is perceived as unpleasure (a gasp, a tight stomach, etc.). He feels constricted in that new suit, and this is entirely evident to all those who see him move. But as he becomes more comfortable in the feeling of the suit and feels he can move more comfortably, that unpleasure no longer shows (the thalamus regulates the sensory information accordingly the more he wears the suit). This is something we have all seen, you can spot someone who is uncomfortable in their clothing a mile away. Now consider the fact that this discomfort is external. On a mind-body level there are also internal factors that contribute to equally evident visual cues in the motility of a person – chronically tense shoulders are one of the more readily apparent examples.

I thought I would start the ball rolling on sensory experience by looking at a specific garment. Many of you will no doubt remember that I bought a pair of slim jeans last year after a few years of not having worn jeans (click here). It proved to be a short-lived experience primarily because of the fact that although wearing the jeans filled me with nostalgia, that was exactly where the experience stopped – there was no 'present' feeling attached to them. In fact to be exact I would say that there was a definite lack of feeling attached to them. My mind quite literally filtered out the sensation in my legs to the point that I felt disconnected from them entirely, a process I only actually became aware of through my meditation. I was surprised at first, but the more I wore them and the more I focused in on that mind-body-dress interface the easier it became to understand why this could possibly be the case.

We have said that expansion is perceived as pleasure and contraction is perceived as unpleasure. Let me use for example a hug – you would be forgiven for thinking that it is a constrictive process of the arms wrapping the person, but it is actually the opposite, it is a process of the person expanding into the hug. The difference between expansion and stretching is that expansion is a comfortable release because it actually decreases surface tension. You feel supported in a hug rather than constricted (unless it is a particularly bad hug). On a clothing level take the difference between a bias cut dress and a corset. In both instances the individual is aware of the garment in movement, but whilst the bias cut dress feels supportive yet free, the corset is restrictive and tight. The quality of movement is different in both garments, as is the quality of sensation, but it is amplified to a greater extent in the latter until the wearer becomes accustomed to the corset. However to stop sensory overload the mind actually dulls out the feeling of the corset quite quickly, because there is too much tension acting upon body. Tension without release results in anxiety, so the mind filters out the tension to help avoid this process.

What I found I was experiencing with the jeans was something similar to the process of wearing the corset, but obviously at a far more nuanced level. I am now entirely used to wearing looser cut trousers, where sensation is relatively clearly defined in movement, with the space between body and fabric allowing for a natural swing of feeling rather than a constant tightly wrapped interaction. Now I do admittedly wear leggings underneath my trousers in the colder months, but even so, I tend to size up for a comfortably supportive fit rather than a skin tight stretch. Again the difference is that between support and tension, which is actually more noticeable in this instance than one would initially think.

How did the jeans differ from this experience? The slim cut of the jeans and the density of the denim meant that they were fitted and relatively rigid. Instead of feeling entirely supportive (they had a small elastane content, but never quite enough for the fit I felt), there was an element of tension and restriction. It goes without saying that tighter jeans hold the fabric over the leg under tension, hence the higher elastic content of skinnier cuts to quite literally avoid cutting off blood supply and feeling to the leg. Without going to the extreme of cutting off blood supply I experienced some sense of loss of feeling, albeit I only became aware of it when I focused specifically on the quality of leg sensation. The term I always think of when I think of when wearing skinny or slim jeans is that 'it puts a spring in your step'. It is that sensation of fabric under tension, where every movement is accompanied by a stretch and a feeling of snapping back. It feels stretchy, it feels elastic, it almost comes close to the feeling of compression tights worn when running.

What I found was that this feeling, most evident when I crossed my legs or otherwise stretched the denim in ways that increased the surface tension significantly, was something I had not experienced in a long while, thus I became hyper aware of it. It felt familiar, but at the same time it felt new, like the man trying on a suit after years without having worn one. In order to avoid sensory overload my mind seemed to rapidly block off feeling to my legs without me actually realizing it on a readily apparent conscious level. The best way I can describe it is that when wearing the jeans it actually felt like I was walking on stilts. Thinking back it is actually the best way I have to describe my experience of having worn skinny jeans in the past – like I was walking on stilts. Let me emphasize that this was not an immediate thought or something that I was readily aware of, but a feeling I only came to really notice and recognize by focusing specifically in on that mind-body-dress interface during mindful movement and reflection. It was always a background sensation, but one I had to bring to the forefront to examine.

In his book The Language of the Body, the psychotherapist Alexander Lowen equated a lack of grounding, that is to say a strong and secure feeling of attachment through the legs and feet to the ground, to falling anxiety (which he related to the fear of loss of ego control). His argument was that a person who feels unsteady on their feet when standing and, more importantly, during movement will generally feel unsteady and unsure within themselves. The body is connected to the mind, and his belief was that healthy movement and healthy expression went hand in hand. Thinking about this link I find it interesting to consider two things in relation to my wearing of tighter jeans – my tendency to lock my knees more than usual when wearing them and a preference for pairing them with heavier footwear. Although it is easy to overstate the link, I think some basic pattern of compensatory behaviour was evident. Locking the knees helps regain some sense of structure, especially in the case of feeling like you are walking high on stilts, and the heavier footwear quite literally helps anchor you to the ground. To this day I prefer shoes that help me feel more grounded, for want of a better term, which is to say nothing too tight or narrow (the issue of weight is no longer a primary concern, as for instance the Birkenstock clogs I wear are very light).

Needless to say the jeans did not last long in my wardrobe, and although I am interested in trying on more jeans and studying the mind-body-dress interface each provides, I doubt I will be including any in my personal wardrobe in the near future. I realize this post barely manages to skim the surface of several complex issues that I need to understand further, and indeed I am currently researching and considering these matters in greater depth, but I thought it important to at least begin to share some initial thoughts and observations. I have more information related to other trousers, especially with reference to looser cuts and the effect of waistband tension in feeling and movement (wearing trousers belted on the natural waistline vs. hanging off the hips, etc.), as well as other garments in my wardrobe. I plan to systematically explore the framework of my wardrobe from this perspective and use it to further my understanding of why I choose to wear the clothes I wear.

Why not take a minute to stop, check in with yourself, and see how you are feeling right now? Focus in on your breath, then focus in on your body. How do you feel right now? How does the air feel against your skin right now? How do your clothes feel against your skin right now? There is so much we can learn from just stopping and checking in with ourselves from time to time...and of course I try to link that all back to fashion and dress at every opportunity I get!

The Funeral March

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Thom Browne
Autumn/Winter 2015

Fashion: Come, in the name of your love for the seven deadly sins, stop a moment and look at me.
Death: I'm looking.
Fashion: Don't you recognize me?
Death: You should know that I don't see very well and that I can't wear glasses because the English don't make any that fit me, and even if they did, I wouldn't know how to keep them on.
Fashion: I'm Fashion, your sister.
Death: My sister?
Fashion: Yes. Don't you remember that we are both Caducity's daughters?
Death: What can I remember, I who am memory's greatest enemy?
Fashion: But I remember well; and I know that you and I together keep undoing and changing things down here on earth although you go about it one way and I another. 
 Giacomo Leopardi, Dialogue Between Fashion And Death (1824)

Over the past several months I have lost more family members and attended more funerals than I have ever before in my life. In those moments I found myself functioning in something close to an auto-pilot mode, where everything was broken down into a series of steps. All that mattered was the task at hand, and life was reduced into nothing but a series of these small tasks. There was no time to think, no time to feel, just the task at hand. You have to step up and do what needs to be done. I found myself focusing on the mundane details of a task more so than ever before because there were no distractions. I am standing there buttering toast, and all I am doing and thinking about is buttering the toast. I feel the drag of the knife, I feel the texture of the handle, I experience the process like never before. In a way it was the experience of perfect mindfulness, were it not for the fact that I was not really aware of anything at the time.

Awareness is wisdom, but as usually tends to be the case, awareness comes after the fact. I did not think about clothing, I did not think about dressing, it simply became another task. My wardrobe is almost exclusively black, so in a way it already fulfilled part of the function required. My cultural background is such that funerals tend to be conducted within a day or two of the person having passed, at a time when the loss is still very raw. There is no concept of dressing up for a funeral – of attending in a suit or the like. People will turn up directly from work or from home, and although most will be in dark clothing, it is not unusual for people to be in a work uniform with a coat on top or whatever the case may happen to be. In that moment of grief, function is what matters most.

I have been looking back and considering my dress precisely because I was not thinking about it at the time. But it is ever possible to make any decision or choice without some form of conscious thought? And, as I thought about it, I came to the startling awareness that in each case I had worn exactly the same outfit. I had not planned to, I had not consciously thought to do so, it had just happened. I have a notably small wardrobe, so overlap is inevitable, but the fact that it is almost all black would ostensibly lower the chances of wearing the same thing each time, yet that is exactly what happened. I made a decision on some level to wear the same outfit, but it is only recently that I have become aware of that fact. I thought it would be interesting to explore my choices and consider why I made those decisions and what implications they hold for how I think about and relate to my wardrobe.

What I reached for was a functional uniform, one that I have worn before, and one that I feel provided me with some sense of confidence and reassurance. I wore a black long sleeve Muji heat control top, which has a beautiful long and slim cut that works well with my body. I found it a few years back in Muji, but have yet to come across it again, so I regret not picking up more than just the one. I dislike Uniqlo's version because the fabric composition does not wash or wear well, it is far too shiny; the sleeves come up too short for me and I dislike the cuffs; and the bottom hem has a label sewn in which is a small detail but annoys me to no end. The Muji top has sleeves long enough to cover my wrists, has a long and slim body, has a far nicer neckline, and has no tags or labels sewn on or in the garment (it merely has a printed label below the neckline with no noticeable tactile feel).

The sweater and trousers in question.

On top of the heat control top I wore a slim black merino/silk Muji crewneck sweater. The cut is similarly long and slim, following the line of my body without hugging or being too tight. The merino/silk blend has worn well, with a nice soft hand and a decent warmth. The neckline has a far better weight and knit than the merino sweaters I have seen in Muji in the years since I bought this one. Thus on top I wearing two pieces that fit slim, were cut well for my body shape, and had enough stretch and softness to feel supportive rather than restrictive. Warmth was obviously a concern, especially with having to be outdoors for the burials. But I find it interesting that I went for a slimmer top, as opposed to the baggier layers I own and more frequently wear. How do I account for this choice? I think it comes down to movement. These clothes feel supportive, with enough stretch and comfort to support a full range of natural movement. They fit close to the body, but have no noticeable seams or breaks that one can feel in movement, unlike those that would be found with different fabrics that sought to achieve the same cut. I feel prepared and ready for movement, exactly what one needs in such a situation where mind and body are focused purely on accomplishing the task at hand.

As for the lower half of my body, for anyone who has read my previous post (click here), it will come as no surprise that I opted for something baggy. In this instance it was my favourite pair of Yohji trousers, a wide cut black woollen pair in a size LL (they have a 36 inch waist). I wear them belted at my natural waistline and with the hems rolled up. Underneath these I wore black knitted long johns as my knees tend to hurt in the cold, however all my pairs are sized up so that the fabric is supportive without being restrictive. The sensation of the trousers in movement is one of my favourite things about them – there is an organic swing of fabric in time with the flow of movement, so that your legs come into contact with the fabric at a reassuring interval; couple this with the additional weight provided by the rolled hems at the bottom of the trousers and the flow is improved. Again it is all about the movement and that feeling of freedom within a supportive structure.

I have not worn these trousers with braces frequently enough to comment, however I would be interested to see how my experience of the mind-body-dress interface changes when compared to the belted natural waistline I currently employ. The sensation of trousers hanging from the shoulders is entirely different, especially in movement, to a belted waist or belted hip, which no doubt changes the emotional/psychic quality of the experience. What I will say however is that the feeling of a belted waistline, especially at the natural waist level, does for me have a certain determinedness attached to it. You feel prepared and you feel ready. Of course at the extreme this can be detrimental, for example anxiety often presents with a tightened stomach. But then the anxiety bell curve would suggest that this is the body being over-prepared, so scaling that feeling back from the extreme would suggest it is that nervous anticipation of action and movement that allows you to feel confident. I do not happen to wear any of my woollen trousers lower down at my hip level, as one would do jeans or other trousers with a lower rise, however that is something I would like to investigate.

For footwear I went with my deadstock 1980s Dr Martens shoes. They are sturdy, smart and have a wide enough foot bed to help me feel secure and grounded when moving or standing. The traction on the sole was also important for attending the graveyard. For outerwear I wore my black woollen winter coat and wrapped a six foot black cashmere shawl around me. Six foot of cashmere sounds rather luxurious, but, oddly enough, for me it is wearing a regular patterned men's scarf that seems luxurious in comparison. I grew up seeing my mother wearing Kashmiri pashminas and shawls, so wrapping myself up in cashmere has a certain childlike security to it. I do not tend to wear hats, and my coat has no hood, so the closest I get to blocking out some part of the world is wrapping the shawl around me. I now have a five foot black Kashmiri pashmina to add to my scarf line up, which is incredibly soft and delicate, and I am interested to see how it feels when wearing in comparison to the thicker cashmere of the six foot shawl.

I wore the exact same outfit each time without even thinking about it. Function ruled supreme, but function in service of an emotional, as well as a physical, need. The outfit was about allowing me to feel like I had maximum freedom of natural movement whilst simultaneously feeling supported and comforted. I find it interesting to consider the contrast between the slimmer top half and baggier bottom half, but I think it relates to the movement and emotional potential of both (free arms and chest for hugging, or conversely for fighting I suppose, etc.). It is a fascinating process for me to break down outfits in this way, especially when considering them in movement, because it helps reveal some of those hidden thought processes that go into dressing and brings me closer to understanding why I choose to wear what I wear.

As we can see the feeling of the garment is arguably the primary concern in this instance, and I would argue that it informs the majority of my dressing process. That is not to say that how a garment looks is not important, but rather that the work that goes into finding garments that suit my body happens long before the garments actually enter my wardrobe. All choices also have to made with consideration of the rest of my wardrobe, especially given how small it is, which means multiple pieces have to work together. Having such a coherent wardrobe provides you with a safety net, in that you do not have to think so much in the moment of whether pieces work with each other, which I find helps in opening you up to a more emotive process in dressing.

For me it is about feeling and function. Then it is about how it looks. Of course how the garment looks will inform how the garment feels to an extent that must not be understated, but I am interested in the order of primary drives when choosing and wearing clothing. As for how I think this relates to the process of building my wardrobe...I always talk of 'building' my wardrobe, but the only time it will ever be 'built' is when I stop adding to it, which is to say when I stop wearing clothes. A finished wardrobe is a dead wardrobe, which given the topic at hand is perhaps fitting. But yes, I think going ahead I want to focus more on exploring the feeling of garments in movement and documenting those experiences, especially when it comes to trying on new clothing (and of course, potential future purchases).

I am the observer and the observed, and dress provides the avenue for insight.  


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Always Create

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Comme des Garçons
Autumn/Winter 2015







Comme des Garçons Comme des Garçons
Autumn/Winter 2015

Christian Dior wrote that 'there is no logic in the development of fashion, it has a kind of logical sensitivity which obeys one or two reflexes: reaction or confirmation'. Confirmation is the safer option of the two, whereby a designer presents a collection that appears (conscious or not) to confirm contemporary trends. Reaction is the riskier route for it means the designer goes against the prevailing current in favour of suggesting something new or, at the very least, something different. There are obviously varying degrees of reaction because fashion is not, contrary to popular belief it would seem, built upon binary opposites. Reacting against a trend in short skirts does not necessarily lead to long skirts...trousers are always an option. I joke, but hopefully you get the idea. There are an infinite number of alternatives to be had - black does not automatically give way to white, there are all the other colours in the spectrum to choose from.

This variety of choice is vital because the most commonly understood behaviour of fashion is its predilection for novelty. There must always be something new. But to be too new is to risk ridicule. Ridicule only gives way to conformity in two main instances: when enough people embrace the new look, or when a few socially-accepted trend setters adopt the new look. The former can often follow on from the latter, but it is worth noting that trends can develop from any level and move in any direction (although there is always a trail for the intrepid researcher to follow - I personally have my own documented files for the New Balance, Reebok Insta Pump Fury and, more recently, Stan Smiths trends that actually stretch back farther than one would think...and yes, I have a bit of a trainer obsession despite only owning two pairs).  

But to consider fashion only as a vehicle for novelty is a mistake. An artist creates because it is in their nature to do so (especially if their income depends on it), whether it be a writer writing, a chef cooking, or a fashion designer cutting a dress. It is a way to share what you love with the world in whichever ways you know how. Just as with language it is about communication and community. You propose an idea not simply because it is new, or because it is reactionary, or because it is confirmatory, but because you have something to say. Who listens and how many listen depends on the quality and intensity of what you have to say and the manner in which you do so. I realise this sounds rather vague, but the idea I intend to express is that fashion is at its best when it is about proposing these personal ideas. In this instance novelty is merely an inherent factor rather than a driving force.

As far as I am concerned the role of the fashion designer is to propose new ideas each season. These ideas do not need to be a radical departure from last season, actually far from it, because I feel that refinement allows for more interesting results. When I look at a catwalk show I see the clothes, I see the styling, I see the scenery, I hear the music, and of course I pick it apart and see what pieces I would myself like to wear. But there is far more to looking at a collection than simply deciding whether or not I would personally wear it. What is the designer proposing? What are they saying? Objects are mute, but I would argue design is not. Function and movement reveal meaning.

Dress needs body to be fully realised and understood. To be more precise it needs a body in movement, hence catwalk shows. Movement is where the beauty of the garment is unveiled, and this is what separates fashion designers from those who simply call themselves fashion designers. Anybody can come up with an interesting print to stick on a t-shirt, but it takes someone with an intimate knowledge of the human body and its dynamic relationship with fabric to create a dress that looks stunning in motion. Instagram and Tumblr may have spawned a million and one streetwear labels with their respective "fashion designers", but that is purely because we have a culture where all clothing is synonymous with fashion.

Fashion is manifest in clothing, but it encompasses far more than the garment itself. I think the catwalk allows designers a space in which they can say something meaningful. It is the reason I think so many designers, especially in London, would be better off simply having a showroom collection rather than a catwalk collection - many do not have enough to say to warrant a full show (and having a lot of looks is not the same as having a lot to say). I am not suggesting that fashion week should only have the type of theatrical shows Thom Browne or Iris Van Herpen present (...but I have to admit that would be a golden age), after all I enjoyed the Comme des Garçons Comme des Garçons show just as much as the mainline show, but rather that we need to expand the ways in which we critique and consider fashion shows. There is room for more commercial shows, there is room for more conceptual shows, but what we should value is creativity and meaningful expression in whichever form they may happen to take.


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Dress Well And Smell Nice

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Pour Un Homme (first released 1934) and Yatagan (first released 1978), both by Caron.

Each and every morning I have a shower, I groom myself and I get dressed. I then reach for a bottle of perfume to spray on myself, choosing a fragrance that feels right for my outfit and right for what I have to do that day. I have worn perfume pretty much every single day for the past decade, and yet it is not a practice I have ever really given any serious thought to. I find this odd considering the fact that I never feel entirely dressed unless I am wearing perfume, and indeed I own several bottles including everything from the likes of Caron's fearsome Yatagan (a favourite of Iris Apfel), to a fragrance designed for Jane Birkin that was amusingly praised by Luca Turin as smelling of “boozy kisses, stale joss sticks, rising damp, and soiled underwear”.

I have spent the past two years smelling just about every perfume I can get my hands and nose on, learning to recognise notes and figure out exactly what I am smelling and what I enjoy smelling. The deeper I dive, the richer and more interesting things become. I try to remain open-minded in the sense that I do not care whether a perfume is expensive or inexpensive, from a luxury house or a celebrity release, marketed for men or women - all that matters is how it smells. In fact some of my favourite perfumes, and coincidentally the most critically acclaimed, have been relatively cheap to purchase (the fact that you can pick up 125ml of Caron's Pour Un Homme, an exquisitely comforting blend of lavender and vanilla, first formulated in the middle of the Great Depression, for under £30 is insane).

I said that I pick fragrances according to what feels right for my outfit, and that is actually quite a hard decision to describe. As with my general process of getting dressed it is very much centred around feeling, but I have noticed patterns of habit emerging. In fact I can pull sweaters out of my wardrobe and know exactly which perfume, or combination of perfumes, they will smell of before I even pull them up to my nose (I do not spray my clothing, however perfume sprayed on my neck tends to rub off on necklines). I have never been the type of person to wear the same perfume day after day, although I certainly have periods where one scent dominates (this past Winter was mainly the beautifully crafted Au Masculin from Lolita Lempicka - tacky bottle design, but a stunning liquorice, praline and violet leaf scent that is reminiscent of the original formulation of Yohji Homme).

My clothes hold memories and the my perfumes hold memories. Perfume is by nature more ephemeral than clothing, because you need to physically encounter it in order to smell it, and even then, unless you are around for the entire development you only ever get a snapshot. In order to smell a perfume the aroma molecules have to physically interact with the smell receptors in your nose (which would seem to decipher odours in a syllabic manner, although the truth is we still do not fully understand how exactly our sense of smell works), with the shorter chain molecules making up the brief top notes, while the longer chain molecules form the warmer and long-lasting base notes. Perfume is one of the most affordable luxuries there is - a bottle can last a decade, and it costs the fraction of a designer dress, but you can wear it far longer. It is odd that perfume, this ephemeral and invisible luxury, so implicitly tied into the idea of fashion, lasts so much longer and stays far more relevant than fashion. To take one example, I own a bottle of Hammam Bouquet that was originally created in 1872, and assuming the current formulation is at least vaguely faithful to that original, it has a longer life than any fashion could ever hope to have.    

My first bottle of "grown-up" perfume was an original formulation of Dior Homme, first released in 2005 (I either received it that year or the year after). In fact I have been carefully nursing the miniscule amount of juice I have left in that bottle over the past few years. It has been reformulated various times over the intervening years, and what I smell in stores these days is nothing close to my beloved bottle, even accounting for the fact that perfume changes in the bottle as it ages (I should really follow Tania Sanchez's advice: if you find a perfume you love, buy two bottles, because it will invariably end up reformulated or discontinued). That being said, the first perfume I was ever given was the requisite boy scout canteen bottle of Hugo Boss at the age of 13 or 14 (these days I cringe if I smell it on a grown man). Alongside that I remember wearing perfumes owned by my eldest brother, including L'Eau d'Issey Pour Homme, of which I own a bottle, and the red plastic tub of the original formulation of Gucci Rush (marketed for women). But before these (alongside teenage memories of Chanel's Platinum Egoiste, Calvin Klein's Obsession For Men, Dior's Fahrenheit, and numerous other perfumes I doubt I could ever wear again) my experience of perfume was entirely different.  

You see I had a somewhat unorthodox introduction to perfume in childhood, in that before I encountered the eau de toilettes of my teenage years, perfume for me consisted of tiny precious-looking glass vials of dark concentrated oil that came back carefully wrapped with friends and family from the Middle East and South Asia. Unstoppering these tiny vials would unleash a dense wave of exotic smells - Turkish rose oil, Damascus rose oil, Oud oil, vetiver oil, amber oil, jasmine oil, styrax oil. While these were pure oils it should be noted that perfume oils smell different to their diluted counterparts, essentially being a condensed version that is darker and usually missing the lighter top notes. Of all of those oils I most vividly remember oud and rose. I believe Yves Saint Laurent's M7, released in 2002, was one of the first commercially successful oud-based fragrances for men, but years before that I knew the powerful smell of pure oud oil. When it comes to perfume, I was thrown in at the deep end – rich, dense, liquid gold. But to this day smelling oud makes me picture bad hair cuts and cheap polyester suits. Go figure.

My father never wore Old Spice, or Brut, or whichever aftershave most dads wore when I was younger. In fact he never wore any perfume except on special occasions when his preference was for pure rose oil. The best description I have read for the extraction of natural perfume materials is that instead of Seville oranges you always get marmalade. Rose oil is a heady and sweaty scent that differs greatly from the natural aroma of a fresh rose. But then if you smell most flowers in their natural habitat, they never smell anything like the perfumes, natural or not, based on them. In fact most natural flowers have all manner of odd notes, from faecal matter to vomit, because nature has a wicked sense of humour. It is probably thanks to my father, and his love for roses, that I have never paid attention to the “gender” of perfumes. I will wear anything that moves me, regardless of whether it is marketed towards men or women.

For me perfume is an integral part of my dressing process, and is very much a sensory practice, so I thought it would be interesting to introduce the idea here. I have been thinking of writing reviews for some of my favourite perfumes, just to see if I can, because although I have been learning about perfume, writing about it is another matter entirely. Regardless, this is a topic that I will no doubt come back to in the near future.


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Reclaiming Luxury

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Haider Ackermann
Spring/Summer 2016
Images via Style.com









Haider Ackermann
Autumn/Winter 2015


Eugene Rabkin: People usually talk about fashion as change, but I find things that last more beautiful. Do you?

Haider Ackermann: Yes, and it is also the same when everybody talks about luxury. Luxury is not something you should throw away every season, or that you change every season. For me, there is also luxury to work every time with the same person. There is a kind of an intimacy and longevity in it.

(Interview with Haider Ackermann on StyleZeitgeist Magazine)


At its best I think fashion sells us a small piece of luxury, fantasy and beauty to add to our lives. For pure function we can look elsewhere, for cheap pricing we can look elsewhere, but why we return time and again to buying and wearing fashion is because of the way it makes us feel - "here is something beautifully made that makes me feel beautiful when I wear it". It probably goes without saying that straying too far to the other end of the spectrum also has its issues. Pure luxury can often lead to impractical costumes best suited to being photographed as you make your way into an event, before you change into something easier to move around in for the actual party (e.g. Rihanna at the Met Gala). Pure fantasy provides relatively similar results, entering the realm of costume incredibly quickly and thus, while no doubt fun for special occasions, hardly suited for the realities of everyday life.

The two criticisms I often hear levelled at Haider Ackermann's work are that it looks the same from season to season, and that the unashamed luxury is only suited to those rich enough not to have to do anything more than lounge around all day in a some sumptuously decorated palace. The former criticism is one I find trite because all you have to do is sit down and look at the collections properly to see that is not the case. The latter, however, is a view I myself held for quite a while after Ackermann debuted his menswear - stunningly beautiful, but who the heck has the time to wear it? Having said that I feel his latest Spring/Summer 2016 collection was by far the most wearable men's collection he has presented thus far, being a clear refinement, as opposed to some departure, from his canon of work. The development is one that he has clearly been working on since his initial proposal in the Carte Blanche Named Opium collection. I imagine it being a good move to make the menswear more economically viable, but I am glad to see it having come about so organically. I have to admit that it actually caught me by surprise how over the past year or so I have found myself looking to incorporate some Ackermann pieces into my small wardrobe.

Ackermann's aesthetic is by now instantly recognizable, with each new collection presenting a refinement of his luxe world. I find it amusing that Ackermann is criticized for supposedly doing something that Slimane has actually been doing at Saint Laurent, to rapturous applause and even more frenzied sales, since his first collection. I see a clear progression in Ackermann's work (for both menswear and womenswear), having debuted with a truly decadent menswear collection, and then spending the most recent seasons creating a wardrobe that is more fleshed out and comprehensive. Compare this to Slimane whose collections have been stillborn and repetitive, selling a glassy-eyed vision of youth culture. Both sell an idea of luxury, but whilst Slimane's is to my mind redundant (seriously, if for whatever reason I wanted to cosplay as Kurt Cobain, I could do so at a fraction of the price, and look better doing so), Ackermann's is alluring and beautiful. If a designer is going to propose luxury, I want decadence, not overpriced high street fodder or I-got-naked-and-covered-myself-in-glue-before-rolling-around-in-a-vintage-shop, and so I find myself drawn ever-closer to Ackermann's clothing.

Ackermann's menswear collections have always made me picture a prince returning home from his travels, and yet he manages to do so without the overt cultural tourism and historical bricolage one would expect from others attempting to do something similar (of course, this too can be done to wondrous effect, just look at Galliano's earlier work). I think this is important because in allowing influences to be expressed through fabrics such as silks and velvets, or intricate patterning, or sumptuously deep colours such as the blood reds and inky greens, the ideas manage to be rooted in the very composition of the garment. Yes, the styling on the catwalk layers multiple prints and multiple colours providing a visually rich (sometimes even dense) vision of dandified languor; but if you deconstruct the looks you quickly see that relaxed elegance so intrinsic to Ackermann's approach. Even though the styling of some of the shows has been heavy-handed, the pieces in person have always seemed to make sense.

It is somewhat difficult to explain this idea through the catwalk images alone, so I have included images from Ackermann's webstore of the current Autumn/Winter 2015 collection. Comparing the styling of these to catwalk, the collection no longer seems (dare I say?) rarefied, but rather beautifully suited to adding a quiet sense of luxury into your wardrobe. What is more, the sense of luxury is thoroughly personal, but of course one could easily go the brash route (the gold lame trousers from the new collection come to mind - but even then I feel it comes across more campy than trashy). I enjoy the presentations because they allow Ackermann to present a coherent vision for the season, but when it comes to assessing what I would like to buy and wear, then these pared down looks are definitely appreciated.

Another reason I find myself enjoying Ackermann's work so much lately is the fact that it remains thoroughly masculine in silhouette without being comic (once again, if that is your thing - Thom Browne exploits it to delightful effect). This masculinity is tempered by the draped layering, silken fabrics and deep rich colours, which soften any real sense of aggression the silhouette could provide. Unlike the neutered sexuality of Slimane's work (and no, androgyny it is not), Ackermann provides a sensual approach for both his menswear and womenswear that is brimming with a powerful sexuality. The strong shoulders, low necklines exposing bare chest, tight waists, and elongated legs provide a classic masculine silhouette, actually reminding me in an odd way of the lakshanas of Mughal portraiture painting - barrel-chested men with swords slung on tight waists. Yet instead of relying on fitted tailoring to provide this effect, it is created by far more relaxed methods, and I definitely appreciate that - it is soft and comfortable without ever feeling lazy. Of course the rich colours and luxurious materials prevent this also, but I think the garments and silhouettes would provide the same effect even in all white cotton.

Yes it is decadent, yes it is unashamedly luxurious, but damn do I want some for my wardrobe.


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Bring It Back

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'The Shining'
September 2015
Photographer: Paolo Roversi
Stylist: Lucinda Chambers

I have bought every single issue of British Vogue since the start of 2008. I would not actually recommend it to most people, but I buy it out of academic curiosity and for documentary purposes - it is still the hallmark of British Fashion with a capital 'F'. For an interesting discourse on fashion, look elsewhere. For the cutting edge, look elsewhere. For street fashion, look elsewhere. For minute-by-minute updates of fashion news, look elsewhere. That being said, as a documentary of mainstream (conservative) fashion, with a good array of advertising imagery and coverage of major trends, it is irreplaceable. Social history in the making.

But every so often there are editorials that make things interesting. More please.


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Review: Caron Pour Un Homme

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Name: Pour Un Homme
House: Caron
Nose: Ernest Daltroff
Date: 1934

Rating: 5/5
Scent: Lavender and vanilla

Autumn seems to have arrived quickly in London, and with the rain beating down outside I find myself reaching for a comforting scent to wear in the early morning. Caron's Pour Un Homme was composed by Ernest Daltroff, the perfume house's founder, in 1934. Whilst it has inevitably been subject to a number of reformulations over the years (as all perfumes are), it is still at its core a beautifully seductive mix of lavender and vanilla. If that sounds like a simple combination it is because it is, and yet, it is master class in balance of composition that makes you realise you why it has stuck around for over eighty years where so many others have dated poorly.

Pour Un Homme opens with a herbaceous, almost camphorous, lavender that is bracingly fresh and crisp. I also smell a hint of lemon which helps to bring out the cleaner side of the lavender, with the vanilla present but certainly taking to the background for now. Within half an hour, once those fresh-smelling smaller chain molecules have evaporated off your skin, a beautifully smooth vanilla comes through, marrying wonderfully with the lavender. At first the vanilla is not so much sweet as it is warm, with a musky undertone that makes me think of clean skin - think more of skin moisturised after a bath, rather than a barbershop feel one would expect from your typical masculine scent.

After a few hours, once we hit the dry down proper, the vanilla has become smoother and sweeter, accompanied by a creamy amber that prevents it from straying into cloying territory. The lavender has also progressed from crisp and medicinal to caramellic, although still with a slight herbaceous spiciness, balancing the sweetness of the vanilla. Many compare this perfume to Guerlain's decadent Jicky, which has a wonderfully raunchy animalic nature that Pour Un Homme does not, but even so there is just enough musk and a spiciness to the lavender here that I am reminded of warm and slightly fuzzy skin. Whilst Jicky makes me want to nuzzle into it, Pour Un Homme is cuddly and inviting.

Twelve hours later and the perfume is still going, but right up against my skin. Go in close for a smell and you are rewarded with a wonderfully warm and comforting scent. This is the type of perfume you reach for when it is raining outside and you want to snuggle up indoors with a good book. Oh, and ignore the name, this would smell downright fantastic on a woman. 


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Using Colour

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"Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On"
October 2015
Photographer: Erik Madigan Heck
Model: Audrey Marnay
Stylist: Leith Clark

I love colour, but my wardrobe is black and white. That probably sounds odd, but it feels natural for me. I have nothing against adding colour to my wardrobe, but as of yet, it has not felt quite right. The way I would describe it is that I would only wear colour if it felt like the colour itself had meaning, rather than wearing colour for colour's sake. You look at the photography of someone like Erik Madigan Heck, or Sarah Moon, and the use of colour is beautifully deliberate. Here he is not using colour to create his images because it is the norm, but because he actively wants to explore the use of colour. That conscious choice is how I approach colour in clothing - if I wear it, it is because I want to explore the idea, but I am not there yet. Then again, I may never be, and that's ok too because it all helps me better understand my own relationship with clothing.


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Stay Strong

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The triumphant counterpart to "u". 

The moment I feel a sense of anonymity is not when I take my clothes off to put on a hospital gown, but the moment I then have to take off my jewellery. There is something there that needs exploring I think. 

Those of you who have been following this blog over the years will no doubt know that I suffer from long term health issues, however it is not something I have ever directly addressed here. In truth it is not something I have ever really talked about with anybody close to me, but it feels right to address some issues here and now, however difficult that is for me. You go through pain you would not wish upon your worst enemy, but I think pain is what allows us to feel greater compassion. I reach out in the hope that sharing part of my story can help someone else in whatever way. It is a curious thing to share something online for anybody to read that you have never spoken about with the people in your life, but this blog has always been a personal project, and this is very much part of my life and my journey. If nothing else, hopefully it helps people who are going through something similar, and you can know that you are not alone.

I have been dealing with physical health issues for the majority of my life, and over the past few years I have dealt with severe anxiety issues related to that. The past year has seen those physical issues at the worst they have been in a number of years, which, alongside quite a few other painful things going on in my life right now, mean that in the past few months I have been battling something for the very first time in my life -  depression and suicidal thoughts. Right away I want to say that for anybody going through anything even vaguely similar, please do try to get professional help right away. Please do not suffer in silence. 

I know depression and anxiety, let alone suicidal thoughts, are not things most men feel like we can talk about with our friends, but your health is the most precious thing you have. One of the bravest things in the world is to admit that you need help and to ask for that help. Similarly I know when you have people relying on you that it can feel like it is a self-indulgence to seek help, or as if it is not a major issue, but if you do not look after yourself and your health, you really have nothing to offer or help the people in your life. You think you are helping others by keeping it inside, but that is actually the very opposite of what you are doing. 

For my part I have to admit that depression took me entirely by surprise. I am by nature a very optimistic person (heck, I have literally been lying on a hospital bed, with tubes coming out of me, still cracking jokes with the nurses), but you never really know what might happen once you are backed into a corner. I have been able to take some comfort in the fact that my doctors were fully expecting such issues. I have had mental health reviews on a yearly basis for some time now, as depression is incredibly common for those dealing with long term physical health issues, but in the past year I was suddenly having very real conversations with doctors who asked me what my action plan was if I woke up one day and was in serious danger of harming myself. At first I found it rather shocking, because I had never had suicidal thoughts before, and assumed I never would. But like I have already said, you never know how you will react until you are put under extreme conditions. Even the strongest can crack, but it is how we deal when we are at our lowest that defines our character. 

One thing I have learnt about myself as of late is that no matter how hard things get, and there have been times where I have come dangerously close to giving up, I keep going. People can give up on me, doctors can give up on me, but I refuse to give up on myself. Call that strength, call that stubbornness, but what I have learnt about myself is that even at times when doctors feel like I am in a position where they would not be surprised if I tried to kill myself, I keep going. That pain, that suffering, that loneliness - it makes you stronger if you can learn to use it in the right way. You don't have to believe that, and I will admit there are a lot of times when I don't, but you carry on anyway, because eventually experience will prove it.   

To build muscle you lift weights, tearing and breaking down your muscles so they can be repaired and grow back stronger. In much the same way I think physical pain and emotional pain can provide you with an opportunity to grow back stronger, even though it is an incredibly difficult process. Rather than ignoring pain or just trying to avoid pain, I now know I need to embrace it, to allow it to be, and to know that I can continue regardless. Yes, there are days when I don't believe that, but I don't need to, I just need to keep going, day by day, and I know I will come back stronger than before. The people who know me know that I would do anything to make those around me smile and laugh. It is a trait that comes from a very serious place. When you have known true loneliness and pain, you would do anything you could to make sure nobody else ever has to go through that.

There are two times during the day that I come closest to feeling at peace - when I am meditating, and when I get dressed in the morning. Mindful meditation gives me the opportunity to allow my pain to be, to allow my thoughts to be, and to allow me to experience how I feel right here, right now. Without judgement. Without expectation. Without trying to force anything. It allows me to cultivate a sense of self-compassion that I find incredibly important when dealing with depression and suicidal thoughts. How I feel right here and right now is ok. I am complete, I am whole, and I can dance with my pain rather than trying to push it away or ignore it. I can allow myself to have those dark thoughts and know, however real they may seem, that they are just thoughts. They will come, they will go.

My body has been ravaged by illness and strong medication, to the point that these days I sometimes look in the mirror and don't even recognise the person staring back at me, let alone come close to feeling attractive. But it is not necessarily about how I look, but how I feel in my own skin. You go through sustained pain, both physical and emotional, and you feel like you want to escape your own body. Couple that with the fact that you feel like have no control over your body, it has become your prison, and there are days when you can barely walk from the bed to the bathroom. You lose your sense of self-control, self-confidence, self-reliance, and even your very self, and that can understandably be very difficult to deal with. 

But each and every morning I get dressed and spray myself with perfume. It is for me a mindful process, where I face my feelings and my body. Dressing means I have to deal with my body as it is right now, not how I would like it to be (and thankfully, given my predominantly Yohji wardrobe, the clothes tend to fit regardless of how extreme those bodily changes are). I pull my clothes onto my body and I feel each and every sensation, I feel each and every curve and bump and surface of my body. In that moment I am no longer ignoring my body or trying to forget feeling, but am actively aware of how it feels and how it changes on a day to day basis. I am whole, complete and present, and it is through the act of dressing that I find that awareness. 

A few years ago I used to think of dressing as a way to transform myself, as if these clothes would turn me into the person I wanted to be rather than the person I was. I have no hesitation in admitting that I was utterly wrong. If you want transformation, don a costume (and I did for years in the past). I already am the person I want to be and clothing just helps me accentuate that. You should always be trying to improve yourself, to learn more, to become fitter, to become the best you can be, but that is the ongoing journey of life. Who you are right now is already damn amazing, and you should never forget that.

I know how much the feeling of loneliness can break you, usually even more than the health issues, so for anybody out there who feels alone, please know that you can email me at any time. No judgement. Whatever you are going though, if you feel like you need an impartial ear to listen, I am here for you. And if you are dealing with mental health issues of any kind, please do not hesitate to reach out for professional help. However bad things may seem right now, you are stronger than you will ever know. You may not believe that, but I will believe it for you until you do. For myself, things are actually going to get a lot more painful and dangerous over the next few months before they can get better. I have to face that fact by myself head on, but I know I can handle it, and you better believe I will be well dressed as I do.  

Never give up, you are too good for that.

All my love,

Syed

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Heimat

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Autumn/Winter 2015

Fun fact: my favourite colour is red. That being said, I do not really own anything red, apart from a pair of red socks and some red plant pots (I also have my eye on a rather spectacular blood red rex begonia). Bright red in particular does no favours for my complexion, but I would not rule out a darker red making its way into my wardrobe in the future (thanks Haider). Needless to say I smiled when I saw Boris' Autumn/Winter 2015 collection with that exceptionally vivid red, standing out so beautifully against his usual black. Or at least, what I thought was his usual black, but then looking back, Boris is no stranger to pops of colour - we have the electric blues of the latest Spring/Summer 2016 collection and those golden oranges of Spring/Summer 2014. What I enjoy about his use of colour is that he approaches it in very much the same way that Ann Demeulemeester used to - these bold rays of light that stood their ground against the totality of black and white, without fading into the background or playing second fiddle. It is a very hard balance to reach, because of how visually domineering black and white can be, so you need to really punch the colour. Done wrong it can look gimmicky, but here I think Boris gets it totally right. I might not rush out to buy a red leather jacket or red t-shirt this season, but maybe a pair of red leather shoes might be worth looking into (although I do really want to try on that red apron too).


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Still Standing

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Autumn/Winter 2015

How do we define quality where clothing is concerned? Long lasting, careful construction, and use of nice fabrics? Assuming that definition covers some of the major bases, are we actually educated enough as consumers to recognise quality or do we buy into the perception of quality? Question the buying habits of most people, whether it comes to food, clothing, furniture, or even healthcare, and the automatic (and unfortunately, usually erroneous) assumption is that price is an indicator of quality. "If it costs more and looks more polished, it must be better quality". That goes for everything from the packaging of the product, the products that surround it, and the store environment as a whole (one of the reasons Louis Vuitton has never released a perfume is that they are militant about brand control and hate the idea of their products being sold in any old boutique, especially on shelves next to 'lesser' brands of perfume). It is not just in fashion where the idea sells more than the actual product itself, but fashion is perhaps one of the best examples of this trend.

For myself, I think the level of quality I look for is dependent on the specific garment and intended use - there is no fixed ideal, but I think some sense of quality obviously has to be considered alongside aesthetics. I am one of those rather pedantic shoppers that will inspect seams, turning garments inside out in the changing room, and really trying to get a feel for the garment before I even try it on. Quality is to me a fluid concept, but I do expect a minimum standard of workmanship for whatever I intend to buy - if it does not function in the manner I intend to use it, regardless of how beautiful it is, I would rather look elsewhere. That is not to say there is no room for beautiful fragile garments, but even so, I would rather not buy something with glaring issues (there have been a few Rick Owens pieces I have seen in the past that looked like they were made by a drunk bandicoot with a point to prove, given that shoulder seams were almost guaranteed to pop on first wear...and one rather terrifying experience where I actually tore a garment when trying it on).

The cut and construction of a garment actually interests me far more than the colour and pattern - how it fits the body, how it moves with the body, how it comes to life when worn. Clothes are meant to be worn, and the body is a dynamic setting, so for me the most interesting garments are those cut and constructed with this reality in mind. We all know what something as simple as a white shirt is meant to look like, but there is something magical about finding a designer who cuts a white shirt that feels right on your body. On the hanger two different white shirts may look roughly the same, but try them on and the difference can be night and day. It is the reason I love Yohji's work as much as I do, because the cut is so wonderfully clever in just about any garment you happen to pick up, let alone wear. On the hanger, or in front and back runway images, you only ever get a basic idea of how the garment looks. The magic is in the way the garment fits and moves, and for that, the pattern cutting is where the secret lies.

Social media is a wonderful thing, as is Instagram (heck, I have posted an image every single day this year), but it has certainly highlighted the trend towards mobile phone friendly collections - clothes that look good on Instagram and in front-on catwalk images. Rei took this phenomenon to its comical conclusion with her Autumn/Winter 2012 superflat collection, but the trend continues with no signs of abating. You only need to look at contemporary streetwear trends with basic garments dolled up with random text selling like hotcakes and filling up your social media feeds. I have nothing against text or images on clothing, but I do believe the garment itself has to be good enough for you to want to buy without the text or image in the first place (same thing with colour and pattern actually). This is where quality comes into play, and not quality in terms of the garment being indestructible or made of baby cashmere, but a garment that is interesting and well made before you even come to the bonus of an added decorative element (of course at its best the decorative elements are not an additional bonus, but an integral part of the garment's design).

For me Yohji's Autumn/Winter 2015 collection was a defiant return to classic Yohji. After a few seasons of more colourful and laid back looks, Yohji suddenly emerged as Dr Frankenstein. Here he was energetically tearing up and sewing together images from his past, but instead of some exhumed monster, what he revealed was something thoroughly suited for the present. Out of the embers of the past something beautiful can arise, and Yohji knows that more than most. After all, this is the designer whose approach is to walk backwards into the future with an eye turned to the past. But what stands out most to me about this collection is how thoroughly inadequate catwalk images are. These are clothes that deserve to be seen in person, on the body, and in movement. The quality of the clothing is in the construction, and that is something difficult to convey in flat images, especially given how complex these garments are. If anything I think of these runway images as teaser images, something to whet the appetite and draw the eye before you go and actually see and try on the clothes in person.

I can see these, I can try these on, but fully understanding the technical brilliance of these garments eludes me. As much as I have tried to read up on pattern cutting, drapery, and the technical side of making clothes, there is only so much books and video can teach you. I fully intend to take some classes on pattern making and basic clothing construction as soon as I am able to. Not necessarily so I can make clothes, although that could be fun to try, but more as a means of gaining a greater appreciation and understanding for what I am actually seeing and trying on. If you are interested in something you should try to understand all aspects, allowing you to cultivate a more in-depth awareness of the subject at hand. And, to be honest, I think it will definitely help in my search for understanding what quality actually means to me.


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The Ceremony Of Separation

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"L'Énigme Rei"
October 2015
Photographer: Paolo Roversi
Hair: Julien d'Ys

Rei Kawakubo's Autumn/Winter 2015 collection explored the theme of loss, serving as an emotional counterpoint to the almost violent reds of her Spring/Summer 2015 collection. Models walked down the catwalk with pale white faces obscured by lace veils emerging out of their hair like a cross between a heartbroken Miss Havisham and a grief-stricken funerary procession. We had the funerary white of Eastern tradition, the black of Western tradition (with a heavy use of lace bringing to mind Victorian era mourning), and the heavily embroidered gold and cream dress that reminded me of Medieval royal or ecclesiastical burial garb. Whilst I am sure these dresses will be available to try on and buy (and indeed every time I have been to Dover Street Market there always seems to be someone in the process of buying what most seem to dismiss as an "unwearable" mainline piece), I think the past few seasons have most definitely been more of a conceptual pursuit even by Rei's standards. I think of these dresses as functional sculpture, enveloping the body, and with exaggerated shapes that add a sense of space around the body that one would otherwise never encounter. Needless to say it is a collection made for photographing.

I found this editorial by Paolo Roversi interesting because I feel that it plays on the theme of mourning that the collection encompassed without feeling too literal in its interpretation. Unusually the looks are all straight from the catwalk, down to the shoes and hair (crafted so beautifully by Julien d'Ys), which just goes to show how strong the show styling was. The setting is such that the camera captures all walls, ceiling and floor, giving us the sense that we are looking into a stable and confined space. The models do not feel backed into a corner, as they stand central in the room, but there is definitely no sense of escape unless they come out of the image towards us. Draped with white sheets the backdrop could be taken as alluding to the bedroom, but instead we get the feeling of the eternal bed - a coffin. Combine this with full body portraits, the majority of which are statically posed, a desaturated look reminiscent of daguerreotypes and what we have is an editorial highly evocative of Victorian post-mortem photography.

The earliest examples of post-mortem photography did not usually include coffins, but the body of the deceased dressed up and posed, often alongside living family members. Devices were actually created to help hold up and pose the deceased, with the photographers sometimes even painting the eyes open so that the deceased could look out to their loved ones. It all sounds rather macabre, but it served an important emotional purpose. Given the high pricing of painted portraits, these photographs were highly cherished, and often one of the only photographs families would have of their loved ones. It provided a huge sense of comfort for those families, allowing them to deal with the memories of their loved ones in a more direct way than ever before. And that is exactly what I think this collection was about for Rei - dealing with the emotions of loss, and hopefully finding some sense of comfort. Collections so full of emotion are few and far between, but when they do come, it is as if the designer has found their own unique way of expressing something truly universal.


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Rei and Kei

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Comme des Garçons and Noir by Kei Ninomiya
Spring/Summer 2015
Styled and shot by H Lorenzo

Features like this remind me why I love Comme des Garçons. 
Beautifully artistic without being too difficult to incorporate into your wardrobe.
Just wish there was more of a middle ground between Homme Plus and Shirt, but depending on the collection I can usually find something that works for me from both lines (not to mention the more masculine side of Black).


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A Family Affair

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I first came across Egg a few years ago in Dover Street Market on a particularly grey and rainy day. It had been a day of aimless wandering under a thoroughly overcast sky where it felt like dusk even in the middle of the day. I found myself unconsciously following my usual window shopping path (fashion is always on the brain I suppose), and walking up Dover Street I thought I would go into DSM for a leisurely look through all the collections on display. At the beginning of each season I tend to have a proper browse to get my initial thoughts in order, but whenever I have the time I always like to revisit and look again - you would be surprised how your feelings change over the course of the season as you re-approach pieces, and there will inevitably be things you missed as was evidently the case here.

I remember walking in through the glass doors and leaving my umbrella in the right hand corner, but instead of going down to the basement and working my way up as I usually do, I thought I would go straight up and work my way back down. I had assumed that the Comme Comme would be the highlight on the uppermost floor, before swiftly moving downstairs, but instead I found myself standing there for what seemed an eternity running my hands over each and every Egg piece on display. There were only a handful of pieces, but I remember just standing there in silence stroking the fabrics - here was something special. The cuts were fascinating, the colours muted, the fabrics wonderful in hand, and there was a pervading sense of comfort that I could not shake. Not necessarily comfort in a literal sense, although the fabrics were thoroughly inviting, but more in the sense of welcoming, like a hug in clothing form. On the hanger the clothing looked simple enough, but I could tell they were hiding their true beauty, waiting for a body upon which to flower into life.

Fashion (not to mention the world) gets louder and noisier, and in that sensorial storm I inevitably find myself drawn to the quieter beauty of life. And, as so often seems to happen, that whispered beauty demands an even greater respect and attention than that which shouts, and I think that is what I felt when I first encountered Egg. Whenever I get tired of the relentless cycle of fashion, it is always a comfort to remember that clothing like this exists and that my path leads me in this direction.


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Black and white and red all over

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Spring/Summer 2008

Spring/Summer 2014

Autumn/Winter 2015

Spring/Summer 2016

Spring/Summer 2016

Spring/Summer 2013

These days, with the exception of a grey wool Yohji sweater, my wardrobe consists of solid white and solid black garments. With those garments I have been focusing on cut and texture over colour or patterning. My thought has been that if I can remove as many additional elements as possible, then perhaps I can come closer to some better understanding of the basics of the garment. It is also, paradoxically I admit, a quieter way of dressing - it blends into the background, but at the same time that all-black can be quite jarring in a room full of colour. Fashion and dress are however full of paradoxes, so I suppose more important is intention, or more accurately, perceived intention (as much as we like to think our clothes "say" something about us, we have no control over what others "hear"). Dress forms our social skin, so to not consider how we are perceived is to ignore the very essence of dress culture and fashion. I love colour, I just love wearing black and white more.

Pattern currently only comes into play in my wardrobe where accessories are concerned - Liberty print floral handkerchiefs and a few pairs of patterned socks (including a grey and red leopard print pair that I am rather fond of). But I have been thinking of introducing pattern in some manner into my clothing, and rather than looking to subtler prints, I find myself drawn to something bolder, without straying from the interplay of black and white. To my mind stripes are one of the most universal patterns there are, allowing you to cut a bold figure with thicker stripes, or blend into a formal setting with subtle pinstripes. If I am to introduce pattern back into my wardrobe, why not go for the most basic? Of course again the garment has to be worth consideration before the stripes come into play, after all no amount of colour or patterning can disguise a poorly cut or fabricated garment.

A striped jacket or pair of trousers would be a bold step, for most people including myself, so I think the easiest way to start thinking about stripes is to look to t-shirts and sweaters. I always find the easiest way to introduce a new colour to your wardrobe is to try a basic t-shirt in that colour - straight away you will be able to see how it works with your complexion, and it is the easiest way to incorporate that colour into your outfit, aside from splashes of that colour where accessories may be concerned. In much the same way I think that it is my avenue for introducing stripes, and of course it also lends itself well to playing around with layering and considering it alongside other black or white garments. Call it a childhood spent watching too many cartoons, but black and white stripes immediately make me think of a robber with a swag bag, so I will be interested to see how I feel wearing those stripes. Then again, when it came to playing cops and robbers, the robbers were always a lot more fun, so maybe I just need a decent swag bag to go with.  


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