Thanks, Granddad

My Grandfather sparked my obsession with garments. Hubert, an educated, skilled, well-dressed man from the picturesque shores of Jamaica in the overcast smouldering post-war
1950’s London.  

My weekend visits would often involve my Granddad gifting me with the latest fashion item, gadget or toy. Usually, he was ahead of the trend. One Saturday afternoon a trip to Brixton Market saw me leave with a fresh pair of very fashionable (at the time and again how) pair of FILA boots. Dark green suede with the logo popping on the tongue. From then the
figurative flood gates were fully open.

Thanks, Granddad.