Photo from Propermag.com
I’m undecided about this socks and slides thing.
The prematurely middle-aged side of me that relishes wearing trainers for the comfort and practicality just as much as for the look is proper keen.
However, I live in Shoreditch which is where many shoe crazes are born and so overworked that they eventually die. In the past few years, we’ve managed to kill off creepers, New Balance and AM1s, as well as 5-panel hats and half-mast jeans with no socks.
Outside of the streetwear/adi-obsessive circles, this look is decidedly normcore - a word I both hate and don’t understand. Normcore is basically fashion for people who cba right?
Whilst I’m an advocate of everything three-striped, maybe I should continue flogging the dead Air Max horse for a bit longer. Or just buy em when I move to Mile End.
If you’re in London this weekend, there are two mint-looking exhibitions on:
Return of the Rudeboy curated by Dean Chalkley & Harris Elliott (Somerset House 13 Jun - 25 Aug)
Glasgow Mods by Lisa Boyd (Old Truman Brewery 12 - 16 Jun)
Timeshift: Mods, Rockers & Bank Holiday Mayhem
Really interesting programme on iPlayer that I highly recommend.
It makes the point that the riots were overplayed and sensationalised by the press, and that they stemmed largely from boredom rather than rivalry. Really the problem seemed to be that middle England saw these new breeds of teenagers who were affluent and independent as threats to the generations before them.
Often in literature/documentary, Mod is defined by what happened on the beaches, but this was actually the beginning of the end for the movement. It was interesting to look at what happened around that time without the sensationalism, before Mod started to decline with original faces becoming disillusioned and moving on.
Chasing the Sun exhibition
I used to live in Manc a few years back and haven’t been back too often since. When I was there I wasn’t much interested in menswear or the concept of Casual and so didn’t notice how flippin’ smart everyone is up there. Honestly, I saw about ten different pairs of pristine Adidas as soon as I got off at Piccadilly. Blokes out drinking on Saturday afternoon had matched their jacket perfectly with their sand-coloured desert boots. North West lads take clothes very seriously indeed. Also one of them bought me a pint cos I correctly guessed that his mate was an Everton fan (he looked like Leighton Baines).
Anyway, I finally went into Oi Polloi to have a perve on all the beautiful things and one of my favourite pieces was this jacket by Nanamica. The workmanship on that shit is off the hook.
I am selling a number of Fred Perry (and vintage, NW3 and COS) items on eBay. They’re all in good condition and in need of a good home.
Please buy them so I can buy more.
I’m nearly 25 and I spent my lunch hour colouring in a trainer. Ensigns are buff though and I desperately want this colour way.
A bus driver shouted “best outfit yeah skinhead!!!!” at me today
Now this is a lovely thing. 6876 x Cashca