Floyds Man

Following the unprecedented success of our first true foray into the cut-throat world of bespoke fashion, we thought it best we give it another go, this time trying to evoke warm feelings in the more sophisticated reader while not abandoning our nightlife roots. What we got was actually the day to day look of the Floyd's barman, a man we hold in very high esteem, both a snappy dresser when those around him look revolting and someone who can pour a Jagerbomb like no other (sadly the Floyd's Red Bull substitute is very poor).

This is not him but other than the human body inside the clothes there's little difference

Curating the look

We knew a tie was required to achieve a dapper look, but with a summer club environment a full suit would have been an erroneous choice. It was clear the sweater vest of suits was required; the waistcoat. Wearing nothing but ties and waistcoats, although daringly chic, would provoke an adoration from female fans that would be purely a sexual based emotional response to our bodies and not the covering garments, therefore the choice to add in a sharp white shirt, trousers and varying levels of bicep bulge (see below) was taken.

Regrettably when we went to Floyd's and hit the bar sporting big grins and a certain swagger, we were left underwhelmed when the barman served us our jagerbombs without so much as a batted eyelid, the very least a man would expect. We walked away feeling like phonies, but that was the last time we felt less than 110% such was the adoration afforded towards the outfit as we progressed through the sweltering Cardiff streets.

Buttoned up or not?

Thinking back to our idol, the barman, we realised he is a waistcoat buttoner with no rival, always tightly fastened so as not to knock over a pricey bottle of spiced rum with an out of control waistcoat flap. Torn, we tried both out near some cars, to great effect:

Loose and flappy vs. tight and controlled

 Agreeing that, actually, buttoned up was dumb we never spoke of it again.

The black and white combo provides a striking UV juxtaposition

Difference to a business suit

As readers of this blog, it's not stretching it to picture us as perfectly successful businessmen, but how would dressing in what could be grossly mistaken as business attire fair in bustling Livelounge? This fear was compounded during the walk to Livelounge, when a deeply uneducated neanderthal asked, "why are you wearing suits?", despite the distinct lack of suit jacket. We walked away from this, because obviously the UK's educational system had failed him, how could we have helped now?

Fearing we would be singled out as public enemy number one - CityBankers/England Rugby Team – and wedgied, we kept a low profile, not doing anything that would give a false impression of massive wealth, such as buying bacon flavoured vodka or having overly polished shoes. To great relief we found ourselves embraced in the bosom of acceptance and laddish antics thus demonstrating rolled up sleeves and a waistcoat only highlight your fondness of both a good time and organic bulgur wheat.

Final Thoughts

The only particularly cutting comment of the night was when we were rudely compared to a waiter, other than that the look was warmly welcomed.

A note, there are in fact two Floyd's barmen who dress and look the same, we can confidently say they are twins and not just one man in different ties as we have seen them pouring jager side by side.

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