The Guardian released its ‘Best Dressed of 2008’ list last week and along with likes of Carine Roitfeld and Alexa Chung, Henry Conway was featured as a sartorial star. The newspaper reports that “anyone who can steal the limelight from Paris Hilton at her own London party courtesy of a dashing white satin suit is OK by us.”
The On|Off party was a truly special event with massages and mini-spa treatments galore, and limited edition goodie bags created by Natalie Thakur who is known for her leather homage to the plastic bag.
I know we’re pretty hot for deck shoes at the moment but I didn’t mean these monstrosities. Something about the overlong vamp and safe brown really creeps me out. It’s like I’ve been flung into a fashion black hole and spat out somewhere in Clapham or Putney.
The thing about brands is that different
people have different relationships with them. For people like the fabulous Henry Conway,
Ralph Lauren polo shirts might conjure up images of days out at Ascot, Croquet
and Daddy embezzling money from the government (Ba-doom-chish!). I just think
of Chavs, or as they were called back in my day, Essex boys. Without giving you
my life story – I’m saving that for another post – when I was at secondary
school, fake Ralph Lauren polo shirts were all the rage. In those days, you
spotted a fake by looking at the number of legs on the horse of the logo. Fakes
had 3 or less, real ones had 4. This led to a horse-logo-checking habit that’s
stayed with me to this day.