Treasured Items... Tim Soar

Every wardrobe tells a story. Of course, some stories are more captivating than others and here at Style Salvage, we strive to seek out the most interesting to share with you. Almost all of us are all obsessed, or at the very least intrigued, by a particular item, era or theme of clothing. Tim Soar is a long time collector of vintage military garments and this interest frequently trickles down to his own collections. Therefore, it should come as little surprise that when asked to reveal a treasured item, he plumped for a favoured item from his ever growing archive. Here, Soar himself sets the scene and describes just why his Gold Tiger Stripe shirt is so special.  

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Tim Soar and the Gold Tiger Stripe shirt. 

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Dialectics and Tiger Stripe. "One through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions."


Scene 1. The Death Of The 1960s as told in Apocalypse Now
Captain Willard (Martin Sheen). The self obsessed Army assassin, the embodiment of American 'might is right', slowly realising that he is on the loosing side. End point: the previously unimaginable American defeat in Vietnam

The Photojournalist (Dennis Hopper). The whacked out hippy photographer who is starting to believe that the ultimate 'trip' is pure Nietzschean will and that truth lies beyond good and evil. End point: Charles Manson

The two sides of the American dream lost and adrift. Both wear Tiger Stripe camouflage fatigues.

Scene 2. The Clash at Shea Stadium. The Combat Rock Tour. The end of 1970s (in 1982).
Joe Strummer and Paul Simonon wear a strange mix of Tiger Stripe fatigues and 1950s American rockabilly clothing. The rockabilly clothing representing a time when rock and roll was still pure, before the corporate rock whore excess of the mid-1970s, the Tiger Stripe fatigues represent the spirit of punk confrontation, again a rejection of the of the pre-76 music scene. This is early Post-Modern dressing - an era that we are still in - where disparate items of clothing are mixed and matched to tell stories about the wearer. We now call it 'vintage'

I was born in the 1960s and grew up in the 1970s and these two scenes illustrate why this Gold Tiger Stripe shirt has a strong emotional resonance for me. From the point of view of a fashion designer, Tiger Stripe camouflage is fascinating. The uniforms where originally issued to South Vietnamese forces in the late 1950s/early 1960s before being appropriated by in-country elements of the US Army throughout the Vietnam war. They where predominately manufactured in Japan. The proportions of the garments are always slightly wrong with most uniforms in tiny Asian sizes, while those made especially for Americans usually having weirdly short arms and legs. This gives the shirts and trousers a slightly naive quality. There are many variations of the camouflage design that veer from subdued greens to vivid golds, while all retain the strong black horizontal stripes that are the distinctive feature of this pattern. The inks are screen printed onto cotton (rather than vat dyed like modern uniforms), therefore each item of clothing will fade and soften in a unique way. All this makes vintage Tiger Stripe feel much closer to the hippy and the punk than it does to the soldier. Finally, all Tiger Stripe, and particularly Gold Tiger Stripe, is now stupendously expensive. I found this shirt at Camden Market 10 years ago, and I always feel a smug sense of satisfaction knowing that I paid only a fraction of it's potential resale price. I know, its the little things.....
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Ain't No App For That

My love for Mr. Hare's creations is well documented on the blog. From the moment I began reading his own musings, through to his debut collection for AW09 and beyond, his passion for fine shoes has been infectious and left me wanting and panting. His goal is simple, to offer shoes for any and every conceivable occasion. Over the course of the last six seasons he has introduced, honed and evolved a complete shoe wardrobe.  Despite coveting and enthusing over each and every unveiling, I've only had one pair of Mr Hare's on my feet. The Stingray Orwell's were the real highlight of his widely impressive debut collection and I quickly snapped them up and have been wearing them ever since. They are still my favourites in my ever growing collection. I love them so. However, I recently met up with the shoe afficionado and he, almost offended that I've not bought more models (due to my malnourished bank account) took pity on me and offered me any pair from his stockroom. I've never felt more spoiled. All of my birthdays wrapped in to one moment. Despite being completely gobsmacked, I knew just the pair I craved; the King Tubby.

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King Tubby 11 in tan worn with striped socks by Happy Socks and suit trousers by Comme des Garçons Ganryu

Just as the Stingray Orwell induced heart palpations, his reworking of the Orwell last with a UVA creeper wedge filled my dreams for months. The King Tubby was one hot stepper. For SS11, as part of the Ain't No App for that collection, he tinkered and improved upon the seemingly perfect and dropped the King Tubby 11. More creeperish, lighter and an added heel insert for increased durability. The perfect summer shoe. Thanks to Mr Hare's generosity, the competition for my favourite shoes has become that bit fiercer. There really is no app for that.

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A closer look. Infatuated as I am, I could look at them all day.

Surrendering

Over two months have passed since my trip to Singapore and Tokyo. Embarrassingly, I still have a few posts at various stages of completion. Oh, the shame. In all honesty, I'm a little dumbfounded that so much time has elapsed. Someone must have sat on the remote control and pressed fast forward because it really doesn't feel that long at all. If I close my eyes I can still taste the finest Tonkatsu, the bargains galore that were found in Shibuya and I can still see the well stocked rails of the new look Surrender

Last summer, Singapore's finest retail concept moved in to their new home in the redeveloped colonial masterpiece that is the Raffles Hotel Arcade. Inspired by the history of one of the world's oldest hotels, Earn Chan and the gang, opted for a more welcoming and rustic surrounding to house their heart poundingly strong assortment of brands.  The store reads just like my yearly letter to Santa. The finest products from blog favourites including Bunney, Mr Hare, Saint James and Oliver Peoples Vintage sit alongside the often obsessed over Visvim, Porter, Thom Browne and Gitman Vintage to name but a few. Having read so much about this Singapore institution it was an absolute pleasure to have the opportunity excitedly bounce from rail to rail. Now, a good number of weeks might have passed since my visit but join me in a reminiscing pictorial bounce. Below are just a few items that caught my eye and left me cursing my empty wallet...

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Just a small selection of items that tickled my fancy. These include Thom Browne's shrunken tailoring, Visvim's expensive products of perfection, beautifully position Burroughs by Mr Hare and the nautically themed Brighton collection from Head Porter.

For me, Surrender has it all. From one of the largest sections of Thom Browne that I've ever seen to the comforting sight of Mr Hare's Burroughs and Bunney's familiar studs, I felt I had encountered my retail home. It is a true emporium of menswear. During the hour inside, I had the very same feeling I had when I finally (after much nagging) visited a Toys R Us store for the very first time; sheer excitement and a desire to touch, play and buy all that was before my eager eyes. That is how the shopping experience should feel but rarely do stores get it so right. I've certainly surrendered to the charms of Surrender.