After the civility of Christmas, what could follow but a huge warehouse party blowout for NYE? I'd never been 'out' out on New Year's Eve before, preferring the relative inexpense and sanity of a good house party. However, with no work on the 1st, and an offer of free guestlist to an East London party in a couple of astroturf pitches off Liverpool St., I couldn't resist. A brilliant time was had, I wore some of my fantastic new sale bargains (Judy Blame for Superfine tshirt, narrow black Energie jeans) and a jester mask which I bought for a masked ball in Milan. Complete partymode then took over until my mate Martin and I stumbled onto the tube at 9.30am. The only things that I felt alive in were my sunglasses and this woolly hat. It's now my second (the other one was lost on a video shoot), and from that Temple of Style, Burton. Its lovely and warm, and the peak keeps rain off my glasses. The wool itself is a lovely cableknit, and I think that it's an ideal winter hat - cosy but not too warm, decorative but not novelty. As has been noted by several of my friends and fellow bloggers, men's hats seem to have died a death. And though this is not exactly Jean-Paul Belmondo's fedora, the peak is a start. One of my older uni lecturers pulled off a lovely fedora with a navy raincoat, which is a look I aspire to, and as the year goes on, I think I will be on the hunt for an appropriate hat to see me through the warmer months. For now though, this is going everywhere with me. Other Staples this week include:
Tiger of Sweden menswear
d_store in Leeds
Sale black patent leather ankle boots (as inspire by StyleSalvage)
The Shins' album, 'Wincing the Night Away'
Quiet time at work