Menswear Crush: Hackett A/W 2011 Lookbook
30/09/2011 § 5 Comments
I have been told my love of the Hackett man is a bit Sloane Ranger-y…
…I’ve decided that I don’t care. Not one bit. Me and Mr. Hackett go way back.
And I’m happy to renew my Menswear Crush with the F/W 2011 lookbook.
I mean, how could you say no to a man who wears this…?
You can’t, really. Especially if you are like me and are furtively conceiving of ways to ransack his closet. I want his ties, I want his sweaters, I want his scarves. I want to wrap myself in his shirts — slightly too large for me — and wear them with the sleeves rolled up, tucked haphazardly. I’d feign surprise when he notices. He’d feign exasperation. He wouldn’t really mind at all… I mean, what else am I expected to do so long as Hackett refuses to make clothes for me?
For more pictures and full details on these lovely looks, head here.
All images via Hackett.
Menswear Crush: Hackett London S/S 2011
21/03/2011 § 5 Comments
I’ll admit it.
I’ve got a huge crush on the S/S 2011 Hackett man.
He’s a bit overly formal at times, but that’s how he feels
most comfortable — and just the way I like him.
He lightens up for spring with linen, madras and khaki.
But he isn’t afraid of a bit of color, as long as it’s tailored.
Fancies mixing his field jacket with a bit of gingham.
He enjoys the ease of well-worn fabrics.
He’s charmingly old-fashioned and genteel, and he
doesn’t mind when I steal from his closet…which is often.
He’s got scads of good friends, but I’m always made to feel special.
For more, head over to Hackett.
Around since the early 80s, Hackett’s traditionalism and thoroughly British feel resonates deeply with me. I was first initiated into the Hackett world on a trip to London last year. With no prior knowledge of the brand and lured in purely on the strength of their windows, I visited the Covent Garden location and was immediately delighted…and then disappointed to find they do not design for women nor do they have any boutiques in the states. That means that for now, my love for Hackett will be unrequited and from a distance. C’est la vie! I shall be comforted by daydreams of driving through the countryside with Mr. Hackett. His natty clothes are only very slightly disheveled as we’ve got the top down on the Jag and the sun is on my bare shoulders, whispering that summer is just around the next bend…
