The Style Tyrant

TAKE IT EASY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To all the half-witted magazine editors who’ve been too quick to praise the ‘laid-back, soft-rock 70’s cool’ look Angus Stoner (typo and it stays) sported to the recent ARIA ceremony – the Style Tyrant suggests y’all may have punched one-too-many cones, because from where I was sitting, the beige cords, broken-down boots and flee-infested beard Stoner rolled down the red carpet in was more Bong Water Stylin’ than Swamp Rock Stylin’

The Eagles aren't happy!

But hey, in other less caustic and non-ARIA related news the Leisure Master is back! And just when you thought it wasn’t possible for the ‘Leisure Master’ to get any cooler, a recently acquired and totally-fucking-awesome secondhand Wrangler shirt, cranks the 70’s Swamp Rock up to 11.

I’ll concede that from a distance, this double denim ensemble might be misconstrued more as Trailer Park Stylin’ (a look I once sported with the fervor of a right-winged religious zealot) than Swamp Rock Stylin’ but look closer and you’ll notice some dudes mother has carefully hand embroidered the shirt with native American motifs.

Take it away Glenn

THE BAG MAN

Shit! I hit publish instead of preview. Anyhoo, Jimmy D has dropped into ST HQ (with a monster hangover in tow), I’m too distracted to write.

I was going to write about the bag and these wicked Armani slacks but y’all can read about that over on the Lustable blog.

Sorry, but it’s one of those blog and runs kinda days.

RIDIN' HIGH

Two of the best things procured from my recent sojourn in Melbourne were these high-waisted, khaki trousers and the floral print shirt.

The Arthur Galan shirt was rescued (for soppy sentimental reasons) from a pile of “shit” that Imelda Mike was planning to kick to the curb and the trousers…correction…dream trousers, I snatched from the army surplus store on Chapel St (which has since closed).

It doesn’t take long - but once you’ve eased your mind into the idea of a trouser that sits above the waist, you’ll never ‘drop-trou’ again.

And yes, I’ll continue to wear both the sunglasses and the blue steel scowl until I’ve purchased my new reading goggles!

IN THE RED

There’s nothing like new clobber to spur on a vanity blog post. The pants, a gift from Orri Henrisson and the shirt, one of the 7 I’ve ordered from NiAlma.

All killer, no filler!

ORRI HENRISSON | THE FINAL WORD

Firstly, that it’s taken me 2 months to blog the Orri Henrisson S/S 11 campaign is an indefensible oversight. Unfortunately, what should be the Tyrants proudest photographic moment is now shrouded in shame - so Henry, Ashley, Jimmy, Rachel and Koen; the Tyrant prostrates himself before thee and begs for clemency.

This morning I asked myself, ‘what can I add to this story that hasn’t already been said?’ The answer it would seem is ‘not much’.

After roaring to life on Frockwriter and The Vine, the Orri Henrisson S/S11 campaign ripped through the interwebs at warp speed. Then after finding it’s way onto the Fashionisto and Trendland, the campaign went so ‘viral’ that we lost track of it – easily making it THE most successful online Australian menswear campaign in recent memory.

Not bad when I consider it was shot on the smell of an oily rag!

Of course, I’m nothing without an a amazing team of collaborators and cohorts, so Ashley McConnell (rockstar, model, muse to the Tyrant and one of Australia’s best dress men), James Dykes (Australia’s best menswear stylist), Rachael McKee and Koen Arbouw (the visionary Dutch modernists from Lekkur Studio) and last but by no means least, Henry Ng (THE most progressive menswear designer Australia has seen in decades), stand up and take your bow.