Peter O’Toole was always well dressed. Usually when he was popping around Soho, which he loved to do, he wore a single breasted bespoke suit, a beige raincoat thrown over his shoulders or his arm and a Lock and Co. brown trilby.
He was an elegant man in everything he did, a true sophisticate, alive with nervous energy.
Peter Wyngarde was very well cast in his television series as Jason King, like King he had a large personality and buckets of style. Off stage he dressed in rather a theatrical style, not over the top like King but beautifully done, velvet, silk shirts, fine and well cut clothing. It worked on him, as he was, like Jason King, masculine. Later in life he decided to dress down so he wouldn’t be noticed, but it didn’t work. Peter in jeans and workwear still stood out and still looked stylish. He had great charm and genuinely liked people, there was nothing petit about him. In all he was
a very ‘Gutsy Guy’, as a kid in the war, being in China in a Japanese internment camp without his family, then at eighteen arriving in the U.K. on Liverpool docks again by himself with nothing, made him so.
My limited experience with Playboy clubs was when I was a ‘Jack the Iad’ around town. A young Indian guy, a Hindu I did business with, used the Playboy in Park Lane as his office, every afternoon he ‘held court’ there.
He was in his mid twenties, tall, good looking, with buckets of charm and dressed in Tommy Nutter suits, in fact he was a stand out star and clever as well.
He had his regular table with his two assistants, drank whisky and snacked and received people by appointment. The club apart from the Bunnies was the same as the other big gaming clubs at the time, comfortable and smooth, it wasn’t busy in the afternoons and with the Bunnies fussing round him it was very much his domain. At the end of the afternoon his court would move to the bar at the top of the Hilton on Park Lane for early evening drinks, then he’d go home to change for dinner.
I often spent the afternoon with him at the club, I noticed the Playboy fitted him, he fitted it, he was in all not unlike its founder, the remarkable Hugh Hefner.
It looked like he planned to take it off, his microphone was clipped to his suit, not to his tie as is unusual.
Slumped on a stool with his legs wide apart, looking up down and all around the studio with a suit and no tie, he looked like an uncouth youth trying to be noticed, to stand out. Well Mr Stewart you were noticed and they didn’t like what they saw and heard, you’re out.
A tie with a suit and sometimes a jacket gives you authority, in this ‘day and age’ a tie with a suit represents learning, assurance and most importantly can look elegant. Ascot without a tie, the mind boggles
(In the photo there are a few Sulka, a Hermes,
a Borrelli and others).
Made by a top craftsman, with all it’s brass buttons to the front back and sleeves (embossed with a crown and a large M) a storm collar, pockets to the inside with Mother of Pearl buttons and canvas lined tails with a buttoned pocket. size 40.
An outstanding garment of great character. BH.