That was London in 1893. I came across these paragraphs two years ago. I had recently changed my point of view on many topics and, in my early thirties, I had just reinvented myself. As a consequence, and in a very natural way, my style completely changed. I started reading about Victorian fashion and purchasing vintage clothing in shops and markets. History had always been one of my passions and London was offering me completely new, exciting experiences. I built up a new wardrobe with vintage suits from different decades, fedora panama and homburg hats, even two bowler, a boater and a top hat that I never wore (okay, I wore quite a few times, and still wear, the boater during the summer). I eventually shaved in a handlebar mustache the full beard I had been taking care of since the time I was 17."It is a foolish affectation for a man to rail against wearing what is the fashion, since what everybody else is wearing is certain to look right. Old gentlemen look best in the fashions of their youth, but a young man had better follow the fashions of the day.
"There is a happy medium to be observed, however, between being over-dressed and under-dressed. All such exaggerated styles as mark the would-be swell should be rigorously avoided. To look like an animated figure out of a tailor's show-card is the ambition of a shop-boy, not a gentleman."
I don't work in an office. I'm a musician and can do all I want with my own image. My personality is drawn to experimenting a lot and playing with myself, with the way people see me and with time. The way the idea of beauty changed across time fascinates me and I can't force myself to stop playing with forgotten [read 'expired'] ideals of beauty.
Every now and then I shave my mustache off (like now) and style my hair in a less old fashioned way. I don't really do anything crazy - I don't take the tube in rush hour wearing a top hat; I never wore the two morning dresses I own; I don't walk with a stick and I don't have a monocle, if you find this reassuring. I do have few suits from the 60s, some from before, few old coats (wonderful fabrics as thick as armors). I do like waistcoats, I don't like cluttered style, wearing too many colors, matching contrasting patterns; I would say I am pretty straightforward and respectful of traditional recommendations when I choose my outfit. It's just not the outfit of this time, not the outfit of my age, not what guys of my age wear.
I get loads of compliments and girls seem to appreciate. More interesting are the funny comments I sometimes receive, especially in pubs and from half-drunk men. Altogether, great opportunities to exchange few words with people. Today I was hanging around Fortnum & Mason [for the first time] and someone kindly asked if they could take a photo of me for their fashion blog. "Yes, why not" has become my usual answer and I don't even blush any more. I often wonder about this wonderful, mysterious things - time, style, beauty and society. I feel a bit lost at times, I guess, but also quite excited and very busy exploring myself. Always learning.
True - the only way to pass unnoticed is to wear what people of your age usually wear. If I were 65, no one would notice my fedora. But is it essential to pass unnoticed? I do believe in 'sobriety' as the base of elegance, but all this is not about elegance.. and I'm not afraid of smiling back to people smiling to me.
I greatly enjoy some bravery and variety in the way people dress, especially when they feel at ease with their choice. Okay, I did it first. Now it's your turn to talk about the way you see yourself.
Below: Paul Gauguin in [summer?] 1895.