Showing posts with label texas tux. Show all posts
Showing posts with label texas tux. Show all posts

Thursday, 18 June 2015

What do they call double denim in NYC? The Texas Tux? Disappointingly No




So far in the challenge lots of people seem a bit concerned about what I’m wearing out. Not  OUT out – everyone’s clear I’m far too conventional to allow myself to be inappropriately dressed for a wedding, and they know I’ll have made sure I have smart enough stuff for presentations  and work events. People are worried about what I’ll have t for evening drinks in town.

It’s true that there isn’t much in my wardrobe that’ll work for a cutting edge bar in Shoreditch – but I thought I’d got it sorted. Double denim . Jeans, denim shirt, heels and a slick of lipstick. It’s a classic no? 

Every year a glut of fashion magazines announce that we’ll be amazed to hear double denim is back. And we aren’t because it’s never really gone away. Yes, there is a risk you look like you’re dressed up as a cowgirl – but I’m ok with that. So I’ve full on embraced the looks other nickname – the Texas tux.

I love a bit of bluegrass, and deeply uncool as it is I also have a lot of time for 70’s country and western. Rule of thumb – if my dad played it in his car I love it. One of my happiest childhood memories is me, Zoe & Jason in the back of the spacecruiser roaring along to Grandma’s OldFeather Bed  – that is what family is all about right? And I’ve always wanted to do the old City Slickers cow herding thing – so the name always felt cool to me.



Until I met my lovely friend Leah for lunch on Sunday. Leah is a full on Yankee, with all the epic coolness that implies. She’s sharp, she’s got a filthy sense of humour and has insanely good hair. Sickening all round really.

When Leah asked the- “But with that few clothes what do you wear to bars?” question I replied almost cockily “the classic texas tux”

And Leah attempted to stifle an enormous snort. “that is not what we call in in NYC – in New York it’s called ………..

……A CANADIAN TUXEDO”

Her face made it very clear this was not intended as a compliment.

Thing is I’ve always had a soft spot for Canadians – they take a lot of stick for Celine Dion – but really what nation doesn’t have a star that they are a bit ashamed of – David Essex anyone?  When I first traveled with friends I met countless Americans who wore a Canada pin because they knew people would be more friendly to them if they thought they were Canadian. This was in ’99 – it wasn’t political. It was about politeness- that’s the reputation Canadians carry (excepting the odd crack smoking mayor) – that they are polite. I’m not ashamed to hang my hat there (even if I’d rather it was a Stetson). 

So regardless of NYC disdain you’ll find me at the bar rocking my Canadian tux.

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