Saturday, December 31, 2005
Friday, December 30, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Monday, December 26, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Why I Love This Look - Dries Van Noten
Christmas Wish List...Racing Style, Koto Bolofo
Koto Bolofo is one of my favorite fashion photographers ,but he is really so much more, including documentary filmmaker. For this book Koto has recreated a automobile race circa 1940's England with drivers, cars, pit-crew, fans and signage all true to the period. Imagine L'Uomo Vogue meets Car & Driver. Really fantastic.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
French James Dean
Lapo Elkann. Nephew Of Gianni Agnelli
Monday, December 19, 2005
Why I Love This Look - YSL
Sunday, December 18, 2005
"A Favorite English Sentence" by G.Bruce Boyer
A Favorite English Sentence
By
G. Bruce Boyer
“If you will kindly step through, sir?”
The first time I heard those words was on my second trip to London. I’d been there once before, when I was a student and had no money to speak of. None to even whisper about. There was a chain of shops called Burton’s selling good English-quality ready-made clothes, and I’d bought a wonderful checked Harris Tweed sports jacket off-the-rack. It was almost bullet-proof, and served me well for years.
But this time I was determined to have a real Savile Row suit, handmade with all the trimmings: working buttonholes on the sleeve, step-lapelled waistcoat, silk-lined trousers, boutonnière loop behind the lapel, the works!
So, on a wonderfully crisp Spring morning, a resolute young man briskly walked across Piccadilly and through the Burlington Arcade, marched down the Row and, bringing his courage to the sticking point, pushed through the heavy Victorian oak and beveled glass front door of one of the most reputable bespoke tailoring firms in the world -- all the while thinking of the kings and presidents, film stars and international diplomats, Greek shipping magnates, English dukes, Texas oil millionaires, and Continental boulevardiers who had preceded him.
I was also wondering what I should do once the door silently but firmly closed behind me and left me standing inside the entrance of this august, intimidating establishment.
Not to worry, as the English say. Standing outwardly calm, but inwardly shaking like a wet dog, I was quietly approached by an elderly gentleman in impeccably-cut pin-stripes, who very properly and politely asked me if he might be of assistance. “Oh, I want a suit,” I brightly said. Trust me to say the right thing.
“Of course, sir,” he calmly replied, taking me gently by the elbow and ushering me down the worn and faded Persian carpet, between the long oak refectory tables groaning under rolled bolts of worsted and tweed. And did I prefer town or country suiting, he inquired.
I spent the next forty-five minutes or so going through the cloth swatch books, dozens and dozens of them – there must have been a hundred different patterns of district checks in tweed alone – some containing squares of cloth I thought I’d seen twenty minutes before in another book. My elderly guide stood demurely at my side, offering a word or two of encouragement or advice if I turned to him with a swatch between my fingers.
“Very serviceable piece of worsted, that is, sir. Perhaps a bit too heavy, though, for your climate at home, would you think, sir?
In one book I spied a handsome plaid of rusty brown with a lavender and Kelly green over pane. Did he think it was a bit loud?
“Well, I wouldn’t necessarily say loud, sir. But perhaps it does tend to mutter a bit.” Scratch that one.
Finally, I settled on a mid-weight, grey cheviot cloth in a miniature herringbone pattern.
“An excellent choice, sir, if I may say so,” my well-upholstered counselor intoned. “You may be interested to know that this particularly cloth has been woven for us for almost a hundred years now. Had a suit of it myself when I was younger.” And then the magic request.
“And now, sir, if you will kindly step through?”. His outstretched arm directed me toward the muted elegance of that burnished wood cubicle with the beveled triplex full-length mirror and malt-colored flannel curtain: THE FITTING ROOM.
I’ll save the operations of the fitting room for another time. Suffice it to say here that it is a place of both magic and mystery, as well as considerable consolation and gratification denied even to prayer. And so the words, “And now, sir, if you will kindly step through,” have always had a spiritually transforming effect on me, as well as the slightly more prosaic literal one.
By
G. Bruce Boyer
“If you will kindly step through, sir?”
The first time I heard those words was on my second trip to London. I’d been there once before, when I was a student and had no money to speak of. None to even whisper about. There was a chain of shops called Burton’s selling good English-quality ready-made clothes, and I’d bought a wonderful checked Harris Tweed sports jacket off-the-rack. It was almost bullet-proof, and served me well for years.
But this time I was determined to have a real Savile Row suit, handmade with all the trimmings: working buttonholes on the sleeve, step-lapelled waistcoat, silk-lined trousers, boutonnière loop behind the lapel, the works!
So, on a wonderfully crisp Spring morning, a resolute young man briskly walked across Piccadilly and through the Burlington Arcade, marched down the Row and, bringing his courage to the sticking point, pushed through the heavy Victorian oak and beveled glass front door of one of the most reputable bespoke tailoring firms in the world -- all the while thinking of the kings and presidents, film stars and international diplomats, Greek shipping magnates, English dukes, Texas oil millionaires, and Continental boulevardiers who had preceded him.
I was also wondering what I should do once the door silently but firmly closed behind me and left me standing inside the entrance of this august, intimidating establishment.
Not to worry, as the English say. Standing outwardly calm, but inwardly shaking like a wet dog, I was quietly approached by an elderly gentleman in impeccably-cut pin-stripes, who very properly and politely asked me if he might be of assistance. “Oh, I want a suit,” I brightly said. Trust me to say the right thing.
“Of course, sir,” he calmly replied, taking me gently by the elbow and ushering me down the worn and faded Persian carpet, between the long oak refectory tables groaning under rolled bolts of worsted and tweed. And did I prefer town or country suiting, he inquired.
I spent the next forty-five minutes or so going through the cloth swatch books, dozens and dozens of them – there must have been a hundred different patterns of district checks in tweed alone – some containing squares of cloth I thought I’d seen twenty minutes before in another book. My elderly guide stood demurely at my side, offering a word or two of encouragement or advice if I turned to him with a swatch between my fingers.
“Very serviceable piece of worsted, that is, sir. Perhaps a bit too heavy, though, for your climate at home, would you think, sir?
In one book I spied a handsome plaid of rusty brown with a lavender and Kelly green over pane. Did he think it was a bit loud?
“Well, I wouldn’t necessarily say loud, sir. But perhaps it does tend to mutter a bit.” Scratch that one.
Finally, I settled on a mid-weight, grey cheviot cloth in a miniature herringbone pattern.
“An excellent choice, sir, if I may say so,” my well-upholstered counselor intoned. “You may be interested to know that this particularly cloth has been woven for us for almost a hundred years now. Had a suit of it myself when I was younger.” And then the magic request.
“And now, sir, if you will kindly step through?”. His outstretched arm directed me toward the muted elegance of that burnished wood cubicle with the beveled triplex full-length mirror and malt-colored flannel curtain: THE FITTING ROOM.
I’ll save the operations of the fitting room for another time. Suffice it to say here that it is a place of both magic and mystery, as well as considerable consolation and gratification denied even to prayer. And so the words, “And now, sir, if you will kindly step through,” have always had a spiritually transforming effect on me, as well as the slightly more prosaic literal one.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
Street Vendor....The English Eccentric
Thursday, December 15, 2005
A Few Questions For Domenico Vacca
Domenico Vacca was kind enough to answer a few questions for The Sartorialist about the future growth of his company.
Q: Do you have a design background?
A: My grandmother was one of the best tailors in the South of Italy. I grew up looking at her designs and patterns, and that was the best experience I could have ever had.
Q: As a percentage, what is the volume split between the men’s and women’s collections?
A: 60% Men, 40% Women
Q: You have grown your business very quickly in the U.S.; any plans for Europe or Asia?
A: Milan in September 2006, Hong Kong after that, with London and Paris and Moscow following.
Q: Do you see offering the DV label through specialty or department stores?
A: I have many requests from the department stores, but quality and exclusivity do not match with the department store concept. We are working on a new formula that may work!
Q: Any new product categories in the works?
A: We just launched the formal wear and evening wear collections, and we are working on perfumes, jewelry and watches.
Q: Fashion shows?
A: September 2006 New York City. All Sartorialists are invited!
Q: Are you going to Hollywood?
A: We are already in Hollywood with a store on Rodeo Drive, and three movies for which we designed and manufactured the entire wardrobes in 2005.
“Stranger than Fiction”, the new movie of director Marc Forster (“Finding Neverland”), where I designed the wardrobes for Dustin Hoffman, Will Farrell, and Queen Latifah.
"The Inside Man”, the new movie of director Spike Lee, for which we designed the wardrobes of Denzel Washington, Christopher Plummer and Jodie Foster.
"Mission Impossible 3" for Tom Cruise.
Also, we dress on a regular basis Scarlett Johansson, Melanie Griffith, Jodie Foster, Nicollette Sheridan, Usher, Diddy, Kanye West, Eddie Murphy, Antonio Banderas, and many designers such as Valentino Garavani and Tommy Hilfiger.
Q: Do you have a design background?
A: My grandmother was one of the best tailors in the South of Italy. I grew up looking at her designs and patterns, and that was the best experience I could have ever had.
Q: As a percentage, what is the volume split between the men’s and women’s collections?
A: 60% Men, 40% Women
Q: You have grown your business very quickly in the U.S.; any plans for Europe or Asia?
A: Milan in September 2006, Hong Kong after that, with London and Paris and Moscow following.
Q: Do you see offering the DV label through specialty or department stores?
A: I have many requests from the department stores, but quality and exclusivity do not match with the department store concept. We are working on a new formula that may work!
Q: Any new product categories in the works?
A: We just launched the formal wear and evening wear collections, and we are working on perfumes, jewelry and watches.
Q: Fashion shows?
A: September 2006 New York City. All Sartorialists are invited!
Q: Are you going to Hollywood?
A: We are already in Hollywood with a store on Rodeo Drive, and three movies for which we designed and manufactured the entire wardrobes in 2005.
“Stranger than Fiction”, the new movie of director Marc Forster (“Finding Neverland”), where I designed the wardrobes for Dustin Hoffman, Will Farrell, and Queen Latifah.
"The Inside Man”, the new movie of director Spike Lee, for which we designed the wardrobes of Denzel Washington, Christopher Plummer and Jodie Foster.
"Mission Impossible 3" for Tom Cruise.
Also, we dress on a regular basis Scarlett Johansson, Melanie Griffith, Jodie Foster, Nicollette Sheridan, Usher, Diddy, Kanye West, Eddie Murphy, Antonio Banderas, and many designers such as Valentino Garavani and Tommy Hilfiger.
G. Bruce Boyer To Contribute To The Sartorialist!
I am thrilled to announce that well known style writer G. Bruce Boyer has written a small piece exclusively for The Sartorialist.
Mr. Boyer ,who recently released a great book on Fred Astaire which can be found at B & N.com, has written a small remembrance entitled "A Favorite English Sentence" about his first experience buying a suit on Savile Row.
It is really quite wonderful, I will post it Monday, December 19th.
Mr. Boyer ,who recently released a great book on Fred Astaire which can be found at B & N.com, has written a small remembrance entitled "A Favorite English Sentence" about his first experience buying a suit on Savile Row.
It is really quite wonderful, I will post it Monday, December 19th.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Inside Domenico Vacca....Sal Cipriano, Madison Ave. Manager
One of the points that I found most interesting during my conversation with Domenico Vacca, was that by basing his company in the U.S., it actually allowed him to make it more Italian in look, quality, and tradition than if he had opened it in today's Italy. He cited the current Italian economic conditions (fewer affluent Italians), and cultural climate (a growing casualness in dressing), combined with the fact that the American customer has become less label conscious and more quality driven, as the elements that helped affirm his decision.
A lawyer before moving into fashion full-time, Domenico, unlike most of his high-end, but very old school, Italian and English counterparts, has a very clear strategic plan for the growth of his business, the look of his products, and the promotion and marketing of his brand. He takes great pride in explaining how he has carefully crafted a business based on an Italian spirit of fashion and an American attitude towards marketing and customer service.
Domenico has succeeded in quickly carving a niche for his luxe look. In a very short span of time he has opened six boutiques: 3 in Manhattan, plus locations in Palm Beach, Bal Harbour, and Beverly Hills on Rodeo Drive.
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