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stickysteps:

Returning to Singapore 5-7 Sept @pjohnsontailors #pjohnson #singapore #fullerton

Drop by and see Tom & Rob in September.

stickysteps:

Returning to Singapore 5-7 Sept @pjohnsontailors #pjohnson #singapore #fullerton

Drop by and see Tom & Rob in September.

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'Welcome to The Good Life' 

Through his recent film making excursions it has become apparent that Paolo Sorrentino shall inherit Fellini’s mantle. Whether that is his conscious objective is up for the debate of critics (who do this sort of thing professionally) but on a cosmetic level - and make no mistake, this is cosmetic film making at its finest - the comparison is deserved. 

Consequently, La Grande Bellezza - better known outside the EU as ’The Great Beauty’ - emerges as an ode to films like La Dolce Vita. For those whose patience for film runs as deep as their soda cup Sorrentino’s latest work is unlikely to seduce. This is baroque Italian fare - ponderous, atmospheric, lacking narrative conventions ordered of it by typical Hollywood dogma. The major change is tonal, replacing the good natured hedonism of the Fellini decades with a biting cynicism for all that has typified Berlusconi’s Italy. 

Without descending into a diatribe on the film’s stylistic influences its worth noting that - as previously pointed out in A Single Man - costume design plays an integral role in the overarching arrangement.

Designer Daniela Ciancio spoke at length about the use of horror vacui in the film and how Jep (longtime Sorrentino collaborator Tony Servillo) literally fights off the boredom of stuffy Roman socialites with an array of bold jackets by Boglioi and Attolini. In a city where the old ways are pitilessly rejected in lieu of vacuous performance art; and cosmetic surgery forms part of a balanced diet, Jep stands out as an erudite cipher. Admittedly by the standards of non-Italians his comportment screams of the monied upper class but Sorrentino and co have carefully composed the protagonist in a manner that behooves closer examination. If you think Jep is bored, wealthy, and reasonably lethargic you’d be right. But you’d only be partially right. 

Jep’s outfits all fall within a recurring color wheel and for all intents and purposes he continues to wear the same skin day and night. There is a uniformity to his appearance, an indefatigable loyalty to the hidden Rome of old that - when discovered afresh - literally takes one’s breath away. Sure, there are luscious reds and yellows peppered throughout this visual feast, but one get’s the sense these aren’t merely grandiose overtures designed to conceal nothingness. Rather, they simply are Jep - they are reflections of the man himself, and a continuing romance with the mirage that is his idea of Rome. 

Forget street style and the endless stream of advertising masquerading as journalism, La Grande Bellezza should be what is pinned to inspiration boards for many years to come. The film evokes a style that marries all the sensations great art brings to the fore. There is beauty, melancholia, the brooding self discovery of ennui and immanent charm. 

P.S. - Total shoutouts to the gawd thepuertoricansocialclub for putting this film on my radar. Grazie mille, my friend. 

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Gunter Sachs

Gunter Sachs

Gunter Sachs

Gunter Sachs

styleternity:

'Beneath the chattering and the noise..splashes of beauty' | The house of P JOHNSON

It is my fervent opinion that one of the greatest barriers to entry when it comes to any kind of menswear is trepidation. Socially & historically men are taught to rely on safe practice, meaning that something as seemingly innocuous as visiting a clothier can often be an uncomfortable (and unfamiliar) experience. For these men - often young professionals with newfound economic freedom - stores like thearmoury and carsonstreet provide a safe haven, against a swirling vortex of vapid advertising and dubious value. What do the former two exemplars both have in common?

They don’t exist in Australia (yet).

Fortunately for the discerning local, we have an entirely original and as-of-now exclusive answer in P JOHNSON. Operating in both Sydney & Melbourne, Patrick, and his team, have pioneered a kind of hybridized style that marries Neapolitan savoir-faire with Aussie cool. When I first stumbled upon Pat’s brand - via Tumblr - I became intensely enamored with how relaxed the aesthetic was. Yet, not in a purely southern Italian way, beneath the veneer of that country’s trademarks the P JOHNSON aesthetic also carried an Australian swagger. That swagger has since been gradually refined by Pat and his guys, manifesting in super soft polos built for the Aussie climate and asymmetric safari jackets fit for the well-traveled larrikan. I needn’t speak more of the product, the P JOHNSON pedigree is something of a well documented phenomenon and a quick Styleforum search yields overwhelmingly positive feedback.

This is all a prelude to my visit at the Walker Lane location of P JOHNSON earlier this month. Located in Sydney’s Paddington, the showroom is a welcome respite from the bustle of the city. Natural light careens through the building, dancing across splendid furnishings and other priceless objet d’art (a highlight being Patrick’s Tiffany lamp). Having visited a fraction of galleries when I was in town my eyes were already sensitive to the many interesting details within, and from the insanely awesome Ming-style China table to the giant Agnelli portrait hanging by the entrance the whole space felt lived in. This authenticity is gilt with a sense of immense fun: Foosball tables dot the floor and a seating pit gives customers a place to luxuriate while taking in their surroundings. 

The fitting itself was entirely painless. Porter & Rob were both on-hand for the majority of the session and between the two of them, as a customer, I had a repository of excellent advice that steered me in - more or less - the direction I had hoped for from the beginning. I’ll spare the gory details and save those for a future outfit post in which the work makes its debut but suffice to say the guys at P JOHNSON are smarter than your average tailor. Their manner is relaxed, accommodating, and you can bet your hard earned dollars that they will furnish you with constructive - and more importantly - honest advice. When you’re committing to have something tailor made, that quality of advice is essential. 

In an age polluted with consumerism, one could be forgiven for raising an eyebrow at my observations. True, a well made sportcoat does not possess that essential indispensability to life that say food or water does, but,for a man who cares deeply about the value and longevity of everyday wear what is on offer at P JOHNSON ticks most of the boxes. Price may be - in some ways - a prohibitive factor but trust me when I say what you are offered for a pittance of the cost associated with the typical ‘luxury retailers’ is more than proportionate. 

The fitting ended, and several excellent camparis (shoutouts to Porter’s mixology) under my belt, I bid my goodbyes setting off into the voluminous spectacle of Sydney’s nightlife. “Be careful, once you get started, this can get addictive” grinned Rob. Knowing glances from Porter and the apprentices materialized at Rob’s words. 

If only all addictions felt quite so natural. 

P JOHNSON (in Sydney) is located at 7 Walker Lane, Paddington 
+61 2 9966 7548

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