Subject: under the hat
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Sat Jul 07 2001 - 02:30:39 GMT
In that first outraged glance, I thought Suzanne had ME
changing my shirt only for the weekly visit to the cat house.
But even now, as the paranoia subsides, I still don’t quite
agree with ‘in need of laundering & ironing ...’
Certainly not with the absence of laundering. Holden’s
fastidiousness, after all, is one of his defining characteristics.
From nose-picking to pimples there’s no aspect of human
squalidness that he doesn’t register & inwardly shudder at
- even while regretting, perhaps, his own inegalitarian distastes.
The ironing is a little different. Despite himself - & especially
from that family background (his mother is no Bessie Glass,
believe me) - he has an instinct for the chic. So that I suspect
there *will* be a kind of unstudied-studied sloppiness about
those sweet smelling clothes. And the back to front cap is
a kind of personal fashion statement that should actually be
'beneath' a true revolutionary. But he can’t help himself, he has
to let us see, however subtly or even unthinkingly, his double-rinsed,
wind-dried, elite negligence.
Fortunately, I didn’t have to go into these subtleties for the party.
It was hats only. I can’t remember now but this was the early Sixties
in Wendover, a pretty & really quite upmarket dormitory of London;
in those days it wasn’t T-shirts & trainers at weekend hoe-downs.
I suspect under the hat I may even have been wearing my gorgeous,
navy, lightweight mohair tailored through three fittings by
Joe Monaghan of Stephen’s Green with 4 fastenable/unfastenable
cuff buttons & silk retaining-thread behind the lapel for fastening
the flower.
Another question is: where on earth did I get the absolute conviction
it had to be bright red - if as Tim suggests this was not yet the vogue?
Scottie B.
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