Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Suited and Booted

The other week I drove down to the Chelsea football team training ground in Surrey for a photo session with the squad and to issue them with their new off pitch kit. It consisted of a three piece suit made from a English worsted cloth in a subtle navy glen check with a Chelsea blue over check, teamed with a pale blue shirt, knitted striped tie, and brown suede chukka boots. Having just written that last sentence it suddenly occurred to me that next season they should be wearing Chelsea boots.

The team photo was duly taken and as Jose Mourinho hurried away I managed to snap a quick photo. To me he is football's answer to George Clooney. 

I considered asking Jose if he'd do up his tie but then I thought he would probably tell me to get knotted.

Jeremy Hackett

Friday, 10 October 2014

The Perfect Trousers

I'm on a bit of a roll having previously written about the perfect waistcoat and I have now discovered the perfect trousers.

The other day I dropped into our Regent St shop just to browse around and chat to the staff. It's very illuminating what you hear on the shop floor that never gets relayed to the office. Between you and me, I have recently put on a few pounds so I decided to invest in some new trousers.

Now, I like my strides to be narrow but not skinny. A well informed member of staff immediately suggested to me a style called Sanderson and casting his eye over my waistline gauged exactly the right size, which shall remain a secret. The whole rigmarole of trying on clothes is testing for a lot of gents so it was with some relief that the first pair of khaki cotton chinos I tried fitted perfectly. Nick, who was taking care of me, quickly and efficiently turned up the trousers and explained that the alteration could be done whilst I waited.

I decided to take advantage of our in house monogramming service and thought it would be fun to have my trousers monogrammed. Nick suggested I take a seat at our Beefeater bar and have a gin and tonic, whilst  the tailor turned up my trousers and stitched on my initials J.P.H. Well, it was past midday so to hell with the waistline.

Jeremy Hackett

Friday, 3 October 2014

The Perfect Waistcoat

When I see an item of clothing that I really like I tend to buy several pieces.

So it was when I was wandering around our Sloane St shop I came across a cashmere and lambswool mix sleeveless waistcoat that fitted perfectly. It was not too heavy and not so light as to be flimsy.

What I like about it is it's flexibility it can as easily be worn under a suit, a tweed jacket or a blazer when a long sleeve pullover is too bulky and it looks great worn over just  a shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Throwing my credit card to the wind  I immediately bought one in every colour, three that is. No sooner than I had started to wear them that I noticed an article in the Times dedicated to the Paris Fashion shows and can you believe it, Jil Sander had sent her models down the catwalk wearing tank tops over shirts with the sleeves rolled up.

Never one to say I am at the cutting edge of fashion it was nice to think that for a brief moment I was ahead of the curve.

Jeremy Hackett

Monday, 29 September 2014

Winter Blues

I find it very odd that during the Summer friends are always asking me if I am having a good Summer and yet throughout Winter nobody ever asks me if I am having a good Winter. I happen to really like Winter because it gives me the opportunity to wear proper clothes such as my double breasted tweed coat, my grey flannel three piece suit, my navy flannel blazer, I can enjoy wearing a tie and knotting a woollen scarf and pulling on knitted gloves. Ah Winter, bring it on.

Jeremy Hackett

PS Actually I have enjoyed a rather good Summer

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Horse Power

A couple of weeks ago I was in Beijing ostensibly to support British Polo day at the Tang Polo Club on the outskirts of the city when at the last minute I was fortunate to blag a couple of tickets to the very first Formula E Grand Prix. A smart move by the organisers to stage it in Beijing with its reputation for pollution and smog. Ironically, it was a beautiful day with clear blue skies.

Alain Prost who's son Nicolas was racing

Birds Nest Stadium

Neil Bugler enjoying a quiet moment

Accompanied by my sponsorship manager Neil Bugler, we headed off to the Olympic stadium where the race was to take place, we were ferried to the hospitality suite by golf cart passing the magnificent Birds Nest stadium looking to me as though a ball of knitting wool had been unravelled. The day passed quietly with more noise coming from the marquees than the race track. Socially, it was a very enjoyable day but I did miss the roaring engines and petrol fumes, the battery powered race cars glided by emitting less noise than my vacuum cleaner.

The following day I spent at The Tang Polo Club where to be honest, I found the horse power to be far more exhilarating. After a weekend of socialising, I was more than ready to slump into my seat for the flight home with a glass of champagne and the opportunity to recharge my batteries.
Jeremy Hackett

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

The Full English

Waiting in line to order breakfast at my local cafe, the man in front ordered, 'The Full English'.

Drawing inspiration from those words, I added them to my sketch of a Gentleman dressed in the English fashion. He is wearing locally sourced product; chalkstripe flannel suiting from Fox Bros in Somerset, Hackett Jermyn St shirt, London made silk tie and carrying a Brigg umbrella.

Poached eggs on toast please!

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

A Fish Tale

The other day, my brother and his two sons who were over from the States, happened to invite me to join them for a day’s fly fishing on the River Test in Hampshire. In the past I have been hunting and shooting but I shall be honest, I have never tried my hand at fishing. 

Of course, of great concern to me was what I should wear. In the end, I opted for a blue gingham shirt, nicely frayed at the collar, a threadbare olive lambs wool V neck pullover, khaki needle cord trousers and an old Barbour jacket that I had bought in Portobello market second hand years ago, after all I didn't want to look like the new boy on the block. 

I was particularly fond of the Barbour because it had knitted cuffs, which stopped the rain dribbling down to my elbows, a detail I think Barbour have since dispensed with (bring it back I say!) For a day in the country I took that most essential accessory - my gun dog Muffin, although she would run a mile at the sound of shooting being more adept at photo shoots.

The Test is a beautiful and crystal clear river that meanders through unspoilt water meadows not unlike a Constable painting. My first attempts at casting very quickly found me out to be a townie despite all my efforts at dressing the part.  But eventually after six hours of clumsy and awkward casting I finally caught a silverback trout. 

I was asked if I would like to take it home for supper but I demurred and slipped it back into the river. Travelling back to London with a very damp dog in the back of my now incredibly muddy Range Rover, I began to feel rather hungry and thought how delicious that trout might have been grilled, with new potatoes and petit pois. As it was, I settled for beans on toast in front of the television and watched News at Ten.

What can I say? I'm a man of simple pleasures.

 Jeremy Hackett