Tom Ford SS10 collection

I'm going to carry on with the Tom Ford thing for another post, get it out of the way.

He might be the darling of the St Tropez Eurogay massive, but I would wear Tom Ford's stuff. In all honesty at his prices you wouldn't catch me wearing anything but his sunglasses (there's better stuff out there Tom) but I can see where he's coming from and there's no denying the sharp cut of his jib.

Judging from the colour in this collection, we've stepped definitively away from the blacks and monotones Mr Ford has been better known for, and towards a camper pallette.

No doubt why they chose a model who looks like he wants to smash your teeth in. Takes the edge off the gayness.

That said, this lot was designed for Tom Ford by Jon Kortajarena. So that's where the peacock look comes from.

Via the Fashionisto

Visvim C Pollard: Winter unveiling

Just to let you know, winter's here. Gales, storms, tornados, fire, brimstone, we've got the lot. It seems like it was only last month that we were basking in the soothing rays of an Indian summer. That's because it was.

But all that is so yesterday now that the chill winds are whipping up from the estuary. Time for the annual ritual of digging out my winter wardrobe.

This consists of the coats and jackets that I really can't wear all year round, unless I want to look like someone without a home. Obviously the scarves have been out for a couple of weeks now, and those damn Visvim Serra boots, which I might actually have broken in by May 2011.

But now it's time for phase two of the winter wardrobe unveiling. Thick wool overcoats, fine knit sweaters for work, and my favourite winter piece of all time, the Visvim C Pollard insulator jacket.

This is essentially a bomber jacket which weighs about a gram, is filled with this hollowfibre stuff that is toasty and windproof all in one, and which folds away into its own little pocket, although the only time I tried to do that it burst a stitch.

The Pollard comes out when the weather gets really nasty. It's like the security guard of my wardrobe, there to see me through the bleakest times.

Come on winter, let's see how hard you are now.