MisterCairo
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Charlie Brown and the little red headed girl - a universal theme!
well its new years eve and I am feeling somewhat nostalgic (and old)...
I will go first - it was December in 1981 and i went into the Walter Dyer shop on Route 9 in Framingham MA ( the building still stands as of today).
I'm new at this, I admit. I got my first leather jacket about 15 months ago, a US Authentic A-2. Now, I know that's an entry level jacket- but it has broken in really well and serves its purpose as a companion to my Art Fawcett made fedora - for a Howard Hughes look- quite nicely. Here's me in both at the controls of the H-1 ("Spruce Goose") Flying Boat:
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I know I have quoted this a couple of times but with this pic it deserves a repeat.
Some time in the early 1980s I went to a fancy dress event as Indiana Jones, with hat, A2, and bullwhip I sort of looked the part. As this was a vintage event here in the UK everyone asked me who I was supposed to be and I said "Indiana Jones from Raiders of a lost cause" but they all thought I should be Howard Hughes. A couple of years later I went to a similar event but left the whip at home so went as Howard Hughes from his Spruce Goose days. All everyone said then was "Where's your whip Indy?" Sometimes you just can't win.
Despite all his weirdness, in his prime I thought Howard Hughes was one of the coolest dressers of the period. But thats just me
I thought I would try my hand at making a jacket around 2006 & made my first B-3 shearling. It turned out well, so kept at it until I am where I'm at today. Sure is funny how life sends you down paths you would never expect to travel!
My introduction to leather jackets started at a very young age, I grew surrounded by vintage clothes, and was mainly dressed in vintage clothes (something as a slightly older child i didn't always appreciate).'The Thrift Shop' in Battersea was my play ground (we lived above the shop) where I would play and hide in amongst all the rails and rails of jackets, jeans and Hawaiian shirts. Lots of fond memories visiting the Rag Yard that was underneath the rail way arches at Clapham junction and when my Dad was busy sifting through all the bails of clothes, I would be climbing all over them using them often being chased by Max the owners Doberman.
My first leather jacket was a late 1940's 'bomber' jacket. I was 5 at the time and this was the first of many many jackets. My Dad had it painted by a local artist Paul Stagg, 44th Bombardment squadron patch on front and a Flying Fortress ( my favourite plane as a child) "That's all folks" on the back. We still have the jacket and it is on display in our showroom in amongst some of our archive pieces. I dug it out today for some pics. The jacket is lined in alpaca, although the alpaca has certainly seen better days, original knits and it has had a zip replacement at sometime.
Next to one of its big brothers for comparison.
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Another jacket although not my first only a year or so later, I think I was 7 and going to a fancy dress party like a little Sid Vicious. ( Photo in the Thrift Shop )
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...with serious mental illness issues, of course.
Another jacket although not my first only a year or so later, I think I was 7 and going to a fancy dress party like a little Sid Vicious. ( Photo in the Thrift Shop )
The A-2 looked extremely close to a another well-worn example featured in Camel cigarette ads with a floatplane pilot; my jacket and the ad jacket had sleeves turned almost to suede.
This the ad? Use to love Camel plains.