The one show that dominated my NYFW social feeds? The Row AW20. One wag described it as “the same collection I’ve been seeing for the last six seasons.” No matter; its predictable self-assured minimalism and quiet tailoring offer something of a sartorial salve in troubled times. And after all, anti-fashion is the new Fashion. (Or something.) Highlights were the floor-nuzzling trench coats, collarless boxy jackets and full-legged pants. Plus more rollnecks layered under unadulterated shirting (also trending this season, fyi). (more…)
In three weeks time, I’m going to be front and centre of the Cockpit Theatre, putting London radio legend, Gary Crowley in the hot seat. This irrepressible raconteur has gone from teenage punk fan to schoolboy fanzine editor to record plugger to NME receptionist, from whence he moved onto radio and TV during the magical years of 80s indie and pop.
He’s run a fanzine from a phone box, was the first to play Wham! on the radio (and became their tour compere), helped bring hip-hop and Brit pop to the masses and schmoozed with Soho’s fashion and music finest during the Wag Club heyday. (more…)
Wait, AnotherNew Order post punk flavoured exhibition? Wow London, you’re really spoiling me!
Preceding the Chelsea College of Arts ‘Use Hearing Protection: FAC 1 – 50 / 40‘ exhibition curated by Jon Savage and Mat Bancroft (I wrote about it here), there’s a Sprüth Magers show on right now that ends on September 14th.
Is Adrian Joffe a secret clubber? I love the idea of him letting off steam at Berghain, perhaps togged out in a combo of Rick, Raf and Comme. And now he can wear the merch of one of his (and my) favourite DJs, Honey Dijon. (more…)