The Style Tyrant

THE BUSINESS OF BLOGGING

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How is it the Style Tyrant has morphed into a(nother) self-obsessed vanity blog?

Well comrades, the explanation is twofold.

Long term Imeldettes would know the Tyrant aka The Despotic Queen aka me, moonlights as Herr Direktor of a boutique communications company called Mother&Father PR.

Perhaps it’s been to the detriment of my business but in ‘07, I made a conscience decision to keep my business dealings separate from my blogosphere maraudings separate.

Now before you git all up in mah grills squawking “COVER UP” and move to unseat the DQOS, my motives for starting a blog are well known.

I’ve been interviewed (including this ill-fated appearance on national television) over the years whereby I’ve been (uncharacteristically) transparent about both Imelda and Mother&Father.

While it’s been an extraordinary ride, the time has come to re-evaluate my commitment to blogging.

This is by no means a swan song post, Imelda will back and firing on all four cylinders shortly and should this fucking diabolical weather ever clear (another reason for the lack of posts) ; I’ll be back out on the streets photographing real mugs - not mine!

In the meantime, I’ll be channelling my energies into fortifying the empire and I ask that you excuse all future vanity blog posts and any business-related ramblings - for there will be many!

Note - while we're suffering inclement weather, I'll be re-creating my sartorial splendor from RAFW.

MIRROR MIRROR, LOOK AT YOU...

NOBODY'S BUTT BOY!

Scissor Sisters front man Jake Shears gives NOBODY the arse, in the latest edition of French magazine TETU.

Earlier this afternoon the Style Tyrant spotted Shears (via ONTD) sportin’ a heavily shredded pair of chap-like denim jeans, which after pressing my face up against the monitor, appeared to be from Melbourne-based label NOBODY.

A quick tweet to NOBODY Creative Director Wes Hartwell, confirmed that Shears was indeed wearing the local denim brand.

"So you're making denim chaps now?" I ask. Hartwell, somewhat bemused replied, “They (the remnants of what were once jeans) look like a pair he has bought somewhere and customised himself, or customised by his stylist."

Hartwell couldn’t confirm how Shears happened upon the brand, “As you know NOBODY is Australian label (designed and made in Fitzroy)” says Hartwell, “ but we are also sold internationally, in places that Jake must shop, I guess most likely he bought them in the USA, UK maybe even Japan, and then he has taken out his “shears” to them.”

Boom-tish!

According to Hartwell the style Shears wears is straight leg jean called ‘VIC’ and is offered in 10-15 colours. And the colour? “I can’t really tell from the small amount of fabric that is left of it!” laughs Hartwell.

Sensing a marketing/collaboration opportunity the Tyrant planted his tongue-in-cheek and asked Hartwell if he had any plans to tool-up and put Shears’ shredded denim chaps into production - before you get all up in my grills, Americana / trailer park denim is a key micro trend for S/S10.

“You ask will they go into production?” replies Hartwell “NO. Jake is an artist, and I think whoever customised these for him captured his ‘unique’ sense of style. These must truly be a one off.”

THAT'S A WRAP

I’ve long believed that fashion week(s) aren’t the honest reflection of street style (explained in further detail HERE) people wish they were. So heading into RAFW I'd planned to channel all reportage through the Despotic Queen until a commission forced me out onto the streets.

However, with this my final RAFW post, I now understand why street style shutterbugs spouge their panties when the NYC/London/Milan and Paris collections roll around!

Don’t get me wrong; I’m still sickened by (and refuse to photograph) the shameless posers who get trussed up like a Christmas Turducken and skulk the periphery of fashion events - praying that they'll be photographed. 

Yet I was quickly seduced with the idea of 'banking content'. Knowing that I'd have enough content to keep me off the street for a week (or in the Tyrants case two – I don’t blog on weekends) was so intoxicating that I saddled up the pony and rode him to market.

But alas, the Tyrants RAFW maraudings are at an end…and we're shutting-this-shit-down with a photograph of Melbourne blogger Ohjamie. Why? Because according to this trite assessment of bloggers at RAFW (thank you Georgina Safe), this was all we did…take pictures of each other.

MIXED MESSAGES

As RAFW drew to a close, I spotted this loyalist sportin' a dapper, Oddjob-eqsue bowler.

Aside from wondering whether his bowler was razor-edged and if so, when was the last time it had been used to de-limb a democracy loving westerner, my eye was draw to the ease in which he’d combined the oh-so-British classic with a faux fur trimmed oriental jacket and then tied (no pun intended) everything together with a pair of pewter derby ties.