|Don't look too closely, but...|
|Very proud of the lining of the coat!|
Perfect for motor racing.
Hell, I don’t do this ‘grooming’ thing anyway. If I’d lived in the 30s, 40s, 50s, I’d have gone for the frocks but hated the gloves. They interfere with life, with piano playing, with turning pages, with insect-rescuing.
|Photo by Paul d'Orleans, the Vintagent|
“They’d better not stick a flower in this exhaust pipe,” said Bill. He had a big spanner in his hand, too.
(note: the coat pictured at the top, and the hat, are from a Vintage shop in lower GIBSONS, of all places, called Starlet Vintage, and were birthday presents from my brother and sister-in-law. One of the best opportunities to put a birthday present to immediate use, EVER.)