This Was Not Part Of The Masterplan

This book is written in the pain, tears, joy and laughter of my youth. As my words come to fruition the darkness of my earliest memories fade.

The Beginning - I am telling this story as I care to remember it, so don’t take it all too seriously. My dates and facts are probably out of sequence, but you will get the basic story. As my tale is only taken from memory I cannot guarantee all to be true.

I was a product of the times. The product became the producer.

My story: I was always at the right place at the right time; I didn’t invent anything new, I ran with what I had and just re-sculptured things to my pleasing. My attitude defined a moment in time in central London (“Forget that shit. You can’t hold me back”). It was an exciting time for innovation, I was not the only one, I had plenty of support from my contemporaries & crossed paths with many like-minded people. I just kept falling up hill.

My philosophy as a designer - It was all about me and the clothes I wanted to wear, I didn’t like the way designers cut their cloth. I wanted my own style, my own fit, my game and my rules.