Now, as all Hatpeople know, I take a very keen interest in all matters fashion. Nay, allow me to rephrase that… The Hatman is widely regarded as a renowned arbiter of cutting-edge, street-savvy style. Especially in Umdloti.
This is clearly obvious when you drool over the picture below, in which I modelled the Bob’s For Good Italian loafers to support Springbok rugby legend Bob Skinstad’s philanthropic bid to give a pair of shoes to underprivileged South African kids who were plodding off to school barefoot.
Along with other haute couture heavyweights such as Ralph Lauren, Giorgio Armani, Donna Karan, Jimmy Choo, Yohji Yamaha, Sago Suzuki and Massimo Motoguzzi, I like to occasionally do my bit to help those less fortunate. It’s the cool thing to do, right?
Social responsibilities aside, I love to encourage – now that I am on the wrong side of 30 – the kids on the street to get their look just right. It’s important to step off to college or the office with a vibe that shouts: “You had better take me seriously! I do.”
This is why I simply adore the Chictopia website. How should I put this? Chictopia is kind of like a, um, more inclusive, social networky version of my fellow fashion fundi, The Sartorialist, who finds excruciatingly trendy peeps on the streets of SoHo and the Village, snaps them on his Kodak Instamatic and pulls big bucks by chucking them on to his site and into books. Nice work, Sart.
I’m fine with that. It’s known as the entrepeneurial spirit. And I enjoy all spirits, especially Olmeca. So one of the very first things I do after arising at Hatman Mansions of a late afternoon is check in on Chictopia to glory in the boundless creative spirit expressed by the arb peep on the world’s streets. Chictopia never lets me down.
Today I was drawn to an image of a very sharp, mean-looking dude hanging in a gritty alleyway wearing some hardcore clobber that suggested he was on his way to a Manila Fight Club event. Except he had teamed his DIY-ripped tee, rugged jeans and seriously macho boots with a, er, handbag. Fine. OK. I’m all for the freedom of expression. So let’s unpack Karl’s vibe…
Niceness. I don’t know about you but I’m digging this look. Mostly because I don’t get it quite right when I join the okes for a few cold ones down the Bush Tavern. I so need to scour Gateway for a divine handbag to complete my “Don’t mess with me, have you seen Brad in Fight Club?” ensemble.
Inspirationalness right there. I’m amped to dump my Lenny Kravitz velvet-codpiece mojo vibe and plug into Karl’s hardboy i-marge. Gen will be so chuffed when we park her TT at the Bush and I send the so-called Bush crew diving behind the potplants. She’ll be all over me like a rash. As will my Louis Vuitton handbag. Ooooh!