Massimo Osti.

I've long been an admirer of the late designer Massimo Osti, as have plenty, I've featured him on my site for the last decade, a true innovator and legend in the business, an inspiration to many following on from him, so much more than just a patch on a sleeve and goggles in a hood.

Working for the brands we all know, and some we may not.

Aside from his clothing, he was always kind of mysterious - rarely doing interviews or press and seldom in the limelight. Recently the Massimo Osti Studio was launched online, an excellent in- depth look at the man, with rare photos, archive sections and features. With a forthcoming book release too.

Kagooligans.

The Peter Storm cagoule, this simple nylon cagoule, originally made in England and over the pond in Ireland circa 1970's onwards, a breathable, non sweating and originally pretty innovative jacket that often packed up into it's own pocket, made for outdoor use but adopted briefly by a band of match going youngsters, predominately up in the North. I bought my first several years back, aside from those I was forced to wear as a child, this was before they were deemed a little bit trendy once again, and probably the first time since the original first wave of 'dress down' people were wearing them at the football once more, I was ridiculed by the masses, well, okay, a few people, sniggered at in that way which gives you a little smugness inside, you know you're doing something right when following your own path, typically later, some of those poking fun were predictably trawling eBay for them themselves.

I've had over a dozen or so of these anoraks in my possession over the last few years, from smocks to three quarter lengths, to multi-coloured ones, bought in and then sold on, but I always revert back to them every so often. Perhaps this is a result of living in an area famous for it's rain?

I just love the simplicity of them, an ideal layer in the cooler months and great in an unpredictable summer, they have an everlasting cool in my personal opinion, so uncool, it's cool, they remind me of Geography teachers on school field trips - nice bright layer of nylon over a tweed jacket, that emergency layer that can be thrown on over anything for twenty solid years, or perhaps over a Fred Perry/Lacoste polo as worn by late seventies northern hooligans and mid eighties anti-suss post sportswear casualists. These are the coats I remember from school trips and cub camp in the eighties, worn by TV newsreaders in a downpour, Blue Peter presenters, what Trevor Cleaver got drunk in, in Grange Hill and the choice of raincoat for many hillwalkers, crown green bowlers, nerdy guides at Blue John Cavern, pensioners nipping to the shops during some drizzle, and oddly enough very peculiar nylon fetishists aswell, I've seen them on flickr. Oddballs.

An original enamel pin badge.

The Peter cartoon character logo, created by artist Larry Lamb.

Original advertisements, circa 1970's.

My Vintage cagoules featured in Maxim Magazine's A-Z of Casuals April 09.

The R Newbold produced Oi Polloi cagoule (above) and the Connoisseur inspired homage, the 'Beat A Storm' cagoule and enamel pin badge.

Above and below: The original overhead green smock, and the version replicated for the film Awaydays. As worn by the Pack lads.

An original 'No Sweat' sou'ester hat.
Peter Storm the brand itself was created by Noel Bibby in 1954, a former Marine who served in the Second World War, Bibby formed the company to produce innovative, specialised materials for protection from the elements, they became the first company to provide 100% waterproof lightweight nylon rain wear, the first to weld together complete garments with no stitching, the first to make permanently proofed knitwear and the first with waterproof and breathable coatings with no 'pores', and of course offered out at places like Millets and Blacks at a sensible price.

To me personally it's got to be an original one, to many this shouldn't matter but to me it does, I've seen kids at the football in newer ones and it's just not right, maybe I'm a snob, but people will agree I'm sure, the simple full zip, white drawstrings and simple black and white embroidered logo is what really makes these.

Old's Cool.

The Last Picture Show.

The old cinema is of course a dying breed, growing up making trips to the local cinema/theatre/picture house is pretty much no more. The old school picture house has been replaced by the modern out of town multiplex, progress and moving with the time's it might be, but organs which appear from beneath the floor and stopping a film half way through for a Cornetto is no bad thing, you look at old photos and archive stills from the past, and it paints a picture to me, of a much better place, a thriving community brought together by film and theatre, and one which is depressingly becoming no more. I recently saw a website, which I'll come to later, that prompted me to reminisce about my own fare town's places, a town which had several. The grand old Davenport Theatre a lovely old building with both a Major and Minor auditorium that should have been listed or protected, instead it was demolished for the fucking close by private grammar school's overflow car park, so twats could park their Chelsea tractors when picking up Little Lord Fuckstick. There are many memories of film going at this place for me, the two tiered major, the smaller minor, big red curtains parting for the forthcoming attractions, the cheesy P, P, P, Pearl and Dean ditty before each film, intermissions as a lady walks up in front of the screen with a load of ice cream hanging off her shoulders, this was our local, this was our manor, from the Back to the Future films, the epic Empire of the Sun, the magic of E.T. to the spirit of Christmas with a kid left at home besieged by burglars in Home Alone and 'coming of age' watching shite older kids films without parental guidance, to doing the general annoying loud little twats on the back row thing during one of the Beverly Hills Cop sequels. I'd truly love to say I also put my willy in a popcorn box to impress/startle a young date, but that would be a proper fib. Not just the movies, plays and pantos were also staged here, not to mention the list of stars who'd treaded the boards there in the Christmas pantomimes and performed live acts, stars such as Jimmy Cricket, 'Shane' from Neighbours, and of course the likes of Rod Hull, Bernard Manning, Steve Coogan , Smith and Jones. Never even mind the free gig by the Christian rock band The Worldwide Message Tribe, which was put on for most of the town's local secondary schools as they came together as one and rocked for God thanks to some immoral bottles of twenty-twenty, thunderbird and cheap cider pre gig , I can say I was at that one, can you?
At the time of visiting these places you wouldn't realise less than half a century after a hard slog to build them they would be razed to the ground, but I remember the little details, the tacky, yet strangely inviting decor, ugly wallpaper, carpets like those in The Shining, a proper bar, stand up ashtrays, a waterfall, a fucking waterfall in the pictures? they were all great bits of character sadly lacking of the modern pay-up, sit-down, shut-up, piss-off, multiplex. This was a time before the technology we have now, 24 hour news bulletins, high definition reportage, cctv cameras in toilets, phone masts in trees, tweeting, facebook and anything and everything else we don't really give a shit about forced down our throats, you can see the days headlines before you have even finished your morning piss nowadays, but back then the only time you knew of a forthcoming film release was the 'coming soons' on the big screen and the new posters you could see only once you were inside, I can remember being impressed by the artwork from Naked Gun, amazed that Terminator was getting a sequel, actually being excited about the prospect of the millionth Police Academy even though Mahoney wasn't in it, and also seeing that another long since finished serial was being reborn with the forthcoming release of Carry On Columbus, which flopped like a pair of saggy sixties tits, but seemed a big deal at the time. Another cinema was the Cannon, based slap bang in the town centre, this is now a modern office block which replaced a conservation area where it originally stood, which I'm sure wasn't supposed to be built on in a bid for a more green town centre, my only memories of this place was that it was actually, probably in need of knocking down, I watched the big screen Dolph Lundgren He-Man outing Masters of the Universe here, and it really did stink of piss. I can also remember when in the late 80's and early 90's I had a brief flirtation with American Wrestling when 'WWF' was big the first time around for all of five minutes, or it was big to kids of a certain age and probably to daft gullible grown ups, I stole a poster for a shit British wrestling tour with Kendo Nagasaki on it, off the now boarded up facade, whilst under the guidance of my Grandma.

The Cannon above, The Davenport below:




There was also the Tatton in Gatley a smaller but equally as pleasant cinema too, I can remember watching a few things here, notably really enjoying Tom Hank's Big in 1988, which I'm sure was my most bestest film in the world for that period of time, it brings back memories of whizzing about on a Raleigh Extreme in search of disused funfairs and a Zoltar machine that could turn me into an adult overnight, to no avail, which in hindsight would be a rubbish idea anyway, who wants to miss being a kid to be a hairy grown up who has to go out to work? Another one I saw there which instantly springs to mind, the shit predictable bore-fest Halloween H-20 or whatever it was called, in 1998 ( I had to Google it ) where twenty years later Jamie Lee Curtis is still being chased by a psycho that looks a bit like William Shatner. I only remember this as some little ruffians from the 'shawe sat directly behind us and swore dead loud all the way through.
Then there was the grand Wellington Picture house, which is now a Rileys pool hall. And one of three massive pool and snooker themed places within two square miles, no demand for cinemas, but it seems plenty for boring snooker nerds.




There were even more in this town, with the Theatre Royal and the People's Opera house which were way before my time. The last of the truly old school ones is The Plaza which to be fair, they have rejigged, rehashed and rejuvenated over the last few years via begging, stealing and borrowing, and it is looking to be going strong, they had John Cooper Clark on here late last year and they even screened the classic Get Carter too.
there is, it seems a little bit of hope.


There's actually one old skool cinny still standing but only just, The Savoy in Heaton Moor is a 1920's building with a 460 seated auditorium, it has virtually closed it's doors on a few occasions, most notably one night after only two people turned up, this one's independently owned and to their credit they've soldiered on. People seemingly prefer to go to the out of town multiplexes, where admittedly there's more choice, but no real soul. I'd love to see this one go a bit more arty maybe introduce a nice bar with choice ales and show some better independent films, I'd certainly go more. But it's a tough one to try and keep going and please everyone. Earlier this year Barry Norman backed it suggesting people use it or lose it.
Anyway, I was prompted to this post after I'd recently stumbled across this depressing yet highly interesting site, it is unfortunately a sign of the times, and one which not just affects my own town. Abandoned Theaters.

Oi Polloi ad campaign.

As you will have probably already seen via various blogs, a recent advertisement campaign for Manchester's Oi Polloi has surfaced, shot by photographer Anthony Crook this is pretty clever, with a double-take kind of theme, I like the last one in New York, it reminds me a little bit of the cover from The Wire's season three .

Polaroid.

I'm not one for spending loads of cash on sunglasses, something I'll probably only wear a dozen times a year anyway, past experience makes me think it's a bit of waste, these things get lost or broken fairly easily. I've been unlucky in my quest for some eye wear this year, they seemed to be the only thing I get gazumped with on eBay, or the one's I choose always get the most bids. Trying to find something alternative and for less money isn't as easy as it sounds, there's plenty of fakes out there too, I've had a right mix of Ray Ban Wayfarers/Clubmasters in years gone by from the good to the bad, to those which were probably made by Malaysian children on ten pence an hour, and some which were sound as a pound but not costing not full whack.

I recently got these vintage tortoiseshell Polaroids dating from the 1960's, very mod, very Italian Job, a touch geeky, but I like them, they have been doing sunglasses since the 30's and as long as they look alright and stop that sunny glare that scorches my eyeballs I'm happy with 'em, still can't find the bit that takes pictures though. Pfft.

WYWT.

Urban Hunter.

Just received these mint cycling bits and bobs via Brighton based Urban Hunter, who are a bike obsessed online store who have sourced the world for their cycling accessories and products, produced passionately across the globe for this worldwide culture. This was a lovely gesture and the ace little package included the New York produced Gage and DeSoto Eddy Merckx and Tom Simpson cycling greats tees, and some Chain-L No. 5 High Mileage Bicycle Chain Oil also made in The Big Apple. Also in there was a bike lock holder, an Alchemy card holder made from recycled inner tubes, a Bagaboo cordura tool/phone pouch and a messenger bag.

Happy days! Check out their site for loads of cool cycling stuff.