On the Carnaby Beat - Peckham Rye
Carnaby Street - The Scarf Pick-up
I headed to Carnaby Street in London the other day. No sign of John Steed or the Ace Face, but I was there to pick up a scarf from Peckham Rye. I was looking for one to wear with the coat above and below. I went with a classic Paisley pattern in the end. Paisley is the Victorian term for the Eastern-influenced 'teardrop' motif that derives its name from Paisley in Scotland where much of the domestic manufacture took place.
Friend of the The Tweed Pig, the genial Martin Brighty from Peckham Rye assisted with the selection. The scarf is an allover Paisley print on silk twill with blue background. Made by Peckham Rye it has their trademark long hand-knotted fringes. Handsome.
Peckham Rye - Tommy & Charlie Mccarthy
Martin had some news for us. Peckham Rye has introduced made-to-measure suits to its range. Or rather, re-introduced them after a long hiatus. The suits are labelled Tommy & Charlie Mccarthy, after father and son family members who operated as military tailors 200 years ago. Tommy started as a tailor for the East India Co in 1813, his son Charlie joining the family business at the ripe old age of 9.
With the 303 suit block - 303 was Charlie’s regimental serial number - Peckham Rye aims for a "distinctive London flavour" and to bring a little sharpness back into dressing.
Mulberry for Men is No More
The blue overcoat with raglan sleeves (pictured) is by Mulberry. I need to be careful with that coat - Mulberry menswear is no more, gents. First it was furnishing, now it's the menswear. Mulberry now cater solely for women. I'm sorry to see them go. They had some nice things for men. I regret not getting that vicuña overcoat of theirs when I had the chance.
The cloth on the overcoat is a blend of paper and cotton. It feels pretty robust, and I was assured it was when I bought it, but I have my doubts about the longevity of a coat made of paper.
The Carnaby Street Incident
I spotted this Japanese chap (below) walking around Carnaby Street shopping. He wasn't out to buy a Gap T-shirt, let me tell you. He was seeking out genuine British merchandise and there simply aren't enough shops to supply that need to the tweed-clad tourist.
This is where The Tweed Pig tries to help out.
Sensing an opportunity, and fighting my natural English discomfort at drawing attention to myself and approaching someone without introduction, I tried to offer some advice through his interpreter and to see if he would like to be one of our pin-ups. Lots of smiling, but it was tricky. He was happy to have the photo taken, but sadly no background information on the duds.