London Calling

My admiration for the ladies and gentlemen at Asprey grows by the day.

In an age where even Molten Brown has been bought out by a Japanese company and Burberry-wearers have been banned from certain pubs for being affiliated with British thug-youth-twat, Asprey flies the flag for good old fashioned English manners, class, and style.

Let’s focus on the English Lady today. Just imagine her, in the autumn of her years, perhaps a grandmother by now. She will have hit the prime of her youth in the swinging sixties, a time when London was the place everyone wanted to be. She probably wore bright funky red minidresses and platform boots, and no doubt swinging from her arm was a lovely red leather purse that dad got her for her twenty-first birthday.

Fast-forward forty years and the same woman is walking out of Asprey’s with a lovely red coat and the same purse triumphantly on her arm — only this time it’s the real thing: stunning alligator skin in a vibrant pillar-box red, exquisitely designed and crafted - much like the Lady herself. Perhaps a gift from herself to herself in honour of growing up to be so fabulous, perhaps a birthday or anniversary treat…