Starch is the Man

October 27th, 2011 § Comments Off on Starch is the Man § permalink

This site, once a beacon of hope for the masses thirsting for fashion, and starving for emotional beauty, fell prey to the technological whims of soulless overlords. We have lost content, but not hope, as we re-launnch our website. We stand firm in our principal principles that beauty is an end, that fashion is the height of civilization, and that gentlemen do not labor. All are invited to partake in our meager offerings, and all are encouraged to share whatever art (free of intellectual property limitations) they wish to share.

Starch is the man.

A Journey to the Center of Town – Ch. 9

August 14th, 2011 § 1 comment § permalink

In Which a Spectacle is Created.                                     Read Ch. 8.

That evening, two young slaves to aesthetics, who were very much in drink (having consumed a bowl of punch at a local establishment), sought to leave without paying for it. The woman of the house, being of stout bearing and character, suggested mildly to the pair that she expected that each would pay their reckoning without delay or fuss. The less slender of the two dandified gentlemen, in a reprobate manner, swore that she should die that minute, and that deuce should take him if he had not already paid more than his fair portion. Of course he had not, and knew as much. Based upon her crude and humble habit, hey had mistaken the woman for a simpleton (as is the wont of men of fashion) and therefore an easy mark. The two made several scurrilous and objectionable gestures towards her, as well as several unforgivable aspersions, before turning heel and making for the door.

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A Journey to the Center of Town – Ch. 7

July 22nd, 2011 § 1 comment § permalink

A Plea for Help and Dark Disclosures                                     Read Ch. 6.

An unusually dark man, with an unusually dark bearing, was taking an audience in an unusually dark nook of the town’s sugar shop, the Hawk’s Nest. Seated with his back against the interior corner of two brick walls, the dark man was afforded an unobstructed view of the house and all of its occupants, and the ancient mahogany table between him and his caller gave ample physical protection from any would-be assailant not boasting of powder and shot. Additionally, hidden on his person, and expertly cloaked from all but the most attentive, were numerous instruments of mayhem including several side arms and blades of various length and purpose. He was, in short, a man who anticipated dark dealings, as he was a purveyor of the same. » Read the rest of this entry «

Ascots: Much a “Doo” About Something

July 1st, 2011 § Comments Off on Ascots: Much a “Doo” About Something § permalink

It can fairly be stated that, like chivalry, the writing’s of F. Scott Fitzgerald, and reason, the halcyon days of the ascot have long passed. Indeed, recent years have relegated the fashion accessory to Saturday morning cartoons. But, like all truly great works, the ascot never truly died, it was only waiting to be rediscovered by men of style and distinction.

Today’s gentleman, fatigued with visions of chest hair, t-shirts, and bolo ties, has sought, and found, refuge with the ascot.

For the man of aesthetics, who seeks the interstice between the stark world of the pin-striped banker, and the devil-may-care affectations of work-a-day casual, the ascot is your sanctuary of style.

A Journey to the Center of Town – Ch. 5

June 14th, 2011 § 1 comment § permalink

Wherein Certain Disclosures Give Rise to Others

Read Ch. 4.

A group of travelers, weary from several hours of their coachman’s prattle, sought to amuse themselves without interruption. Though the heat of the evening would certainly make such undertaking uncomfortable, the well heeled and prancy assemblage noisily closed the windows and curtains of the coach, making certain that the driver understood that his attempts at discourse were unwelcome. Two of the passengers emitted audible sighs of displeasure, intended for the drivers ears, so that he may at last recognize his social betters. As it is in all tales such as this, the travelers would come to regret their effrontery and hubris.

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A Review of the Formal Commitment of Messr. Johnson and (the former) Ms. Gordon

June 5th, 2011 § Comments Off on A Review of the Formal Commitment of Messr. Johnson and (the former) Ms. Gordon § permalink

On the evening of June 4, 2011, the author, his fair wife, and 173 collegial and jovial individuals, attended the conclusion of Messr. Adam Johnson’s long, and fruitful, courtship of (the former) Ms. Rachael Gordon. To suggest that the event neatly encapsulated the personalities of the participants, and foretold a lifetime of joy for the couple (as most observers noted), is to understate the matter by several degrees.

A Journey to the Center of Town – Ch. 3

May 29th, 2011 § 1 comment § permalink

Where the Reader Learns the True Identity of Major Strong
Mr. Pumpkin’s surprisingly aged messenger betrayed an odor of poor man’s goose, sported a burdened crop and mat, and displayed the aesthetic qualities of a bad-hat, a fact which served useful purpose when he undertook his duties in less reputable scrag holes.  While few found him erudite, he would suggest that he did not aspire to be so burdened, and, accordingly, this caused him no embarrassment.  Instead, he was cheerful, none to dull, and quite useful.  His only discernible sins were traceable to his unnatural obsession with bags o’ mystery, Scarborough Simnel, and a pathological adherence to his duties as courier and agent. » Read the rest of this entry «

A Journey to the Center of Town – Ch. 1

May 27th, 2011 § Comments Off on A Journey to the Center of Town – Ch. 1 § permalink

Being the Chapter in which the Main Character is Introduced as a Man Without Compunction
Baron Granger, such as he was, left his dwelling with naught but his Norfolk jacket, fancy Welsh bowler, and Lapidus sword walking cane.  The latter being a gift from his maternal grandmother, he prized it below all but his least treasured gifts.  The former he considered at once unnecessary and a substantial hinderance.  He wore it as an accommodation to the local gendarme, who had made the formal request a fortnight prior.