Monday, October 20, 2014
More so than the ballet and much more so than the symphony, the San Francisco Opera is civilized entertainment. Order martinis in advance by telephone and they are delivered to the alcove of your box at intermission so they can be consumed during the performance (just try that at the symphony). Adding to the ambience, the opera crowd has a higher proportion of well dressed men than you will see elsewhere around town. Granted, even at the opera there is only one occasion when you will see much black tie and that is opening night, when full dress is in occasional evidence as well. But the rest of the season you do see suits. And this is San Francisco, where you do not see suits all that often day or night.
One of the reasons for the near disappearance of black tie among the men that might wear it otherwise is that it is rarely practical to use the workplace for changing clothing before a 7:30 performance. More often, there is no time to eat and barely time to meet a companion before the curtain.
When it is going to be one of those no chance to change evenings, a reasonably time effective way to look appropriate is to start the day wearing a dark gray suit, black oxfords and a white dress shirt. After 6:00, find a mirror and replace the day's four in hand with an evening bow to transform work clothes into a facsimile of a black and white ensemble. For example, Handel's Partenope provided the opportunity for music and martinis last week. A pair of Charleston braces were the finishing touch.
Friday, October 17, 2014
Like the contemporaneously ascendant pocket square, a good pair of eye-catching socks could easily and inexpensively add a dash of derring-do to one’s otherwise drab attire. Steez for straight dudes in straightened times, if you please. Fair enough. As streetwear, I have no problem with hose as Hot or Happy as they wanna be. Nor should they be necessarily excluded from more classical wardrobes; I have a few myself. But some discretion is called for here. Not for pretension alone do dressers refer to their outfits as ensembles; whatever one’s specific tones, harmony is the key, and “popped” notes should generally be shunned as the showboats they are. It was once understood that socks, like ties, should be team players, contributing to an overall effect without drawing particular attention to themselves. Indeed, given widespread prognostication that bold socks are the new power ties, the rise and fall of brash neckwear provides a useful cautionary tale:
As tailored clothing lost ground during the twentieth century to the rising tide of bluejeans and casual sportswear, it shed its more playful elements (e.g. the rough textures, rich colors, and bold patterns so beloved by Apparel Arts connoisseurs) and circled its wagons around the market bastion of businesswear. Such bland worsteds allowed little personal flair, with the shiny exception of neckties, increasingly extolled as discrete canvasses upon which white-collared men were encouraged to Go Crazy and Express Themselves. Thus the Jerry Garcia Collection, hand-painted with the crushed hopes of a fallen generation, surely among the many makes of “wearable art" condemned by Tom Wolf as “Pizza Grenade neckties.” Thus also the unfortunate rise of the novelty tie, which, even in the rarefied incarnations embodied by lawyerly Hermès, tended to begin and end the sartorial conversation at: “You like golf? Me too!” (Or perhaps more to the point and desired effect: “I like golf. F*ck you.” Whimsical little icons, after all, whether printed on slick silk or embroidered on salty cotton, generally tend to be totems of wealth or class; when the aesthetic is power, the effect is not elegance, but attitude.)
Tailored clothing and its accessories are increasingly rare and recreational -- less a uniform to callowly subvert than a pleasure to be maturely enjoyed, a pastime to be mastered. Whatever resurgence in popularity neckwear has recently enjoyed owes much to a renewed appreciation for classic patterns and simple solids as elements of elegance rather than expressions of personality. Similarly, socks should serve the whole. This doesn’t require that they be boring. On the contrary, although matching solid hose to one’s trousers is perfectly acceptable, doing so misses an opportunity to play with patterns and colors all the more effective for being unexpected. Think of socks as the knitwear they are, and look for the same qualities you would in sweaters: complementary colorways, pleasing patterns, and quality construction. By all means avail yourself of the more singularly bold options available if they work with the rest of your wardrobe, but leave the Mona Lisa socks on the shelf, beside the Fred Astaire sweater. A good dresser doesn’t aspire to wear art so much as to wear clothes artfully.
Text by Andrew Yamato
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
What with climate change and all, rainy season is upon us a month early again. For years it started here in the bay area with a downpour on my foursome each Thanksgiving but no more. Fortunately, in response to the changed conditions, we now have a good looking new way to deal with the moderately cool wet. There have been winter scarves and there have been summer scarves and now we have mid-weight in between season scarves like the modal (cellulose) and cashmere Birds of Paradise specimen in the photo.
In New Guinea, where it rains a lot, Bird of Paradise feathers are used in ornamental dress. That may be why Drake's London elected the B of P motif in something that will keep a neck comfortable when pure wool or pure cashmere are too warm and the otherwise perfect silk is easily susceptible to water spots.
The next time rain is on your horizon, wrap the Birds of Paradise around your neck and throw it into an overhand knot. Just add a raincoat.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Recently in an act of what those around me might term humanitarian mercy Will sent me some of my favorite deodorant, cause for a reflection on the widely misunderstood phenomenon of royal warrants, those enigmatic little badges of posh purveyance. D R Harris, whose warrant is shown here, hold two, including that of Chemists to HRH the Prince of Wales. So, like the old song about dancing with a boy who danced with a girl who danced with the Prince of Wales, does that mean that, by extension, I performed my matinal ablutions with the stick that anointed the armpit of Prince Charles?
As in most cases, the truth is both more mundane and odder. Royal warrants have been a phenomenon for several centuries, and have included rat-catchers, linen drapers and suppliers of HP Sauce, among others. While the British royal family are the most well-known grantors of such warrants, various royalty do and have done so: a couple of Italian outfitters still display warrants from the exiled House of Savoy and some of the older tailors of Savile Row and the jewelers of Place Vendôme feature historical warrants from deposed, deceased or diminished titleholders like Kabakas and Erzherzogs. Most infamously, Henry Poole enjoyed the official custom of Emperor Napoleon III, to whom the house had lent money before he left exile in England. Poole’s original Savile Row premises (which it had to vacate in the 1960s) featured Napoléon le Petit’s imperial eagle as well as his warrant as official supplier to his court. More currently, the Royal Danish Court has bestowed its warrants not only on stereo maker Bang & Olufsen, but also the less rarefied beer Carling, duty-free liqueur chocolate maker Anthon Berg, and a supplier of canned cocktail wienies, which must make for some royal cases of indigestion.
In most cases royal warrants are tiny print on a package or a label. I try to amplify below what their significance is. The specifics of the discussion below are based on the rules for the royal warrants of appointment to the British royal family, as those are the ones most often encountered or celebrated in menswear, in part due to Anglophilia as well as the comparatively high profile of the British royals compared to other royal families. The British appear to be the most active grantors of such warrants as well as the most rigorous at policing them: warrants are reviewed for renewal or discontinuation every five years, while warrants from deceased grantors (such as the late Queen Mother) must be retired within five years of the grantor’s death. In comparison, Vienna abounds in merchants whose signage a century on displays the old qualification of K.u.K. Hoflieferant (Purveyor to the Royal and Imperial Households), while in Paris chocolates from Debauve et Gallais still quaintly sport their warrants to the Bourbons, who have not ruled France since 1848 (wear a fleur-de-lys tie to certain bars in Paris and you’ll meet fellow royalists, though).
The myth of exclusivity. Currently three members of the British royal family may grant royal warrants: the Queen, in her personal capacity (generally through the Privy Purse) and as sovereign; the Duke of Edinburgh Prince Phillip, her consort; and the Prince of Wales Prince Charles, the heir-apparent. While many warrantholders are London-based, the royal family also grants them to suppliers local to the other principal royal residences, so that grocers in Windsor or hunting tailors elsewhere in England may hold a royal warrant, and may avail themselves of it in marketing to us foreigners, who are more easily impressed by that. For within Britain I suspect that it’s mainly real-life Hyacinth Buckets who are impressed by a royal warrant. After all, the Queen, through the Master of the Household, the Lord Chamberlain’s Office and the Royal Mews, issues many royal warrants to suppliers of food, equipment and outfitting to, respectively, the staff of the various royal residences, the teams and participants in ceremonial and official functions, and the horses, carriages and vehicles used in official appearances. So containers of Kellogg’s Corn Flakes, Heinz Ketchup and Dettol floor cleaner sold in Britain all bear the warrant, as do products from Unilever UK. The grant of a royal warrant simply recognizes a particular company is a favored supplier to the royal family or to its ceremonial support functions. It does not mean that a company is the best at what it does or even particularly good. There was some chatter on the internet when Loake shoes, one of the also-rans of British shoemaking (assuming it still makes in Britain) received a royal warrant. However, its warrant is as supplier of footwear to the Queen’s Master of the Household. In other words, Loake is a supplier of shoes to household staff at royal residences, although certainly not an exclusive supplier. Similarly close reading reveals that various tailors around Savile Row hold warrants as robe makers to the royal family (Ede & Ravenscroft), or tailors making ceremonial uniforms for staff (Henry Poole), or the military (Dege & Skinner, Gieves & Hawkes). A few others have warrants as tailors to the Prince of Wales or the Duke of Edinburgh as naval or military tailors (Gieves & Hawkes among them), which means that they (officially, at least) only provide uniforms to Prince Charles or Prince Philip, rather than serve as their normal tailors. The Royal Warrant Holders Association has a website listing its members, but, confusingly, not all royal warrant holders belong to the association, which exists to promote its members, not to list all British warrantholders.
The myth of absolute quality. While (with the exception of a few champagne houses) almost all of the warrantholders are British (or British subsidiaries of multinationals), there is no requirement that the products supplied be made in Britain, or that the supplier actually make the items supplied. Pringle, for instance, still holds a royal warrant to the Queen as “Manufacturer of Knitted Garments,” even though for years it has had no manufacturing facilities and is simply a brand owned by a Chinese businessman: some of Pringle’s product is knitted in Italy, while any Scottish-made Pringle is, according to my spies, made by Johnstons. In any event, make in Britain does not mean an item is better quality than another. As suggested above, companies holding warrants as suppliers of a particular product can use that warrant in their advertising, on their signage, and on labelling for unrelated products. So a tailor like Benson & Clegg can use its royal warrant as suppliers to the Prince of Wales of buttons and regimental ties (neither of which it makes) on its bespoke suits’ labels and publicity, for example. Lack of a warrant as tailors doesn’t mean its tailoring is inferior to that of tailors who do hold such warrants; Benson & Clegg actually does or did until recently publicize its warrant as tailors by appointment to the “late” King George VI, despite that sovereign having passed on more than a half century.
One interesting factoid that I have learned is that warrants to bespoke tailors and shirtmakers are personal to a particular cutter. That of the Prince of Wales at the shirtmakers Turnbull & Asser, for example, was specific for many years to the cutter Paul Cuss, while one of the prince’s warrants as military tailors followed the cutter Malcolm Plews from Savile Row tailors Welsh & Jefferies to Plews’ own tailoring house. This makes sense, of course, as the cutter at a bespoke tailor’s is responsible for drafting the customer’s pattern. (And until his retirement this year, the notorious John Hitchcock was the addressee of the Prince’s warrant at Anderson & Sheppard.) As mentioned, none of this means that a warranted supplier is the sole supplier to the grantor: a decade ago stories abounded of the Prince having dallied with made-to-measure tailoring from Turnbull & Asser (made at the time by the Cheshire Clothing factory) instead of A&S’s infamous drape.
Quid pro quo? Grantors of royal warrants are not supposed to receive any reductions or freebies in exchange for their patronage [insert lazy potshot at bloggerblaggers here]. Nonetheless, a scandal involving members of the Prince’s staff some years ago revealed that certain of them had supposedly requested or received kickbacks in the form of free merchandise from some of the Prince’s suppliers. And it’s reasonable to expect that the members of the royal family receive special treatment from their suppliers in the form of house calls, expedited service and so on. So while it’s amusing to picture the Queen pouring royally-sanctioned Heinz ketchup on her fries curling up on her GTC couch with the latest thriller from royal booksellers Hatchards, where does that leave my deodorant? Only my armpit knows for sure.
Words by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans
Posted by Will at 8:31 AM
Monday, October 13, 2014
It was foggy in the Bay area last week and a dark green knitted waistcoat saw the season's first light of day under a gray tweed jacket. (For anyone who might be unfamiliar with the term, there are cardigans and there are knitted waistcoats. Though they are both knitted and each has a buttoning front, the difference between them is that the cardigan has long sleeves and is worn as a jacket. The waistcoat is a sleeveless vest that is worn under a jacket, where it adds visual interest as well as a just right amount of warmth).
Compared to a tailored vest that might be worn on similar occasions, the knitted waistcoat is more forgiving of fit and has a texture that better matches flannels and tweeds, in this case for a gray and misty walk through the park after we saw the impossible line for the de Young Museum (the twenty minute search for a space in the parking garage should have been the first clue).
The button front of course is the difference between a waistcoat and a sleeveless slipover. The English wear theirs with the bottom button open a la Edward VII and Mr. Astaire in the illustration. The Italians button only one or two in the middle, a significantly more dégagé look that you might emulate on days when you are channeling Luciano Barbera and that is impossible to achieve with a slipover.
Knitted waistcoats generally are available in either merino wool or cashier. The best of them are lightweight but durable twisted cashmere by John Laing of Scotland that resists the sagging and pilling that is part of the lesser cashmere experience. Nothing heavier though. If you will be walking through Red Square in winter you should be wearing an overcoat anyway.