Stanley Tucci is the best-dressed man on telly. Why? Because he dresses like the best-dressed people on earth: Italian pensioners. Here's how he does it…
His key item is the unstructured Italian jacket. Forget the traditional English shape, Stan goes for a "Neopolititan" soft shoulder that sits beautifully on the body. A silhouette that's both smarter and more casual: and which looks great with jeans (unlike regular suit jackets).
Stan is a one-colour man – and that colour is blue. When it gets chilly, he layers a blue polo shirt under a blue jumper – and a blue padded gilet over the top. He'll then bring white, grey or beige in to add contrast. But not too much, obviously.
When it gets hot, does Stanley dress like a surfer? Or does he go "full JFK on holiday" – and combine a deep-blue polo with a pair of contrasting chinos? What do you think?
His accessory game is off the scale. From his collection of scarves to those "I'm on personal terms with Tom Ford" specs, Stanley lifts his look with a series of understated gems. And the most effective accessory of all? His year-round tan.
Stanley embraces his baldness. Forget comb-overs or Turkish hair transplants, Stan shaves what hair he has left – leaving a sleek, polished bonce that's ultra-chic and incredibly effective. He looks – the absolute business. And the ladies LOVE him. Especially yours.
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Love London? Here's a thread about the Isle of Dogs in the 1980s, using the incredible photos of Mike Seaborne. Should we begin?
Locals call it ‘the island’.
But these days, it’s probably better – though incorrectly – known as Canary Wharf. The area we're referring to is the Isle Of Dogs, that chunk of east London formed by a loop in the River Thames. You’ll have seen it on the credits to EastEnders.
Today, it’s the UK’s second financial centre after the City Of London: a home to banks like Barclays, HSBC and endlessly multiplying skyscrapers and office blocks.
But take a walk around, and you’ll notice something else: water – lots of it.
Progressive house is 32 years old. How did a genre that appeared in the autumn of 1991 change the soundtrack of clubbing in a few weeks?It's time for a thread about the golden age of progressive house. And yes, it does have one.
Feb 1992, Birmingham. I walk into Pure Records. Recently, I've been hearing records that don't conform to my fave sound: piano tracks made by people called "Gino". I dismiss the new music as "boring". Then I'm played this. I buy it immediately.
As yet, this music doesn't have a name, but mostly it's British, and combines reggae or house basslines with "tribal" percussion. Boring people – ie "serious" DJs – embrace the new sound. A new sound for people who like taking speed!