It was an absolute pleasure to meet up with the ever charming and handsome #KingOfTheGingers (aka Jake Hold) at London Collections: Men before he jetted off to Milan. I have followed Jake’s modelling career for a while now so it was great to be able to go for a pint and have a moment of calm during the very busy week. After talking about Jake’s tattoos, I felt there had to be a shot where I could capture them… This of course means getting the boy naked in the toilets of the pub.
When did you coin the phrase #KingOfTheGingers?
I made the name ‘kingofthegingers’ up just over a year ago now as a bit of fun and it seems to have caught on.
What has been your favourite runway collection to walk in?
I’d have to say Vivienne Westwood hands down every season. Vivienne and Andrea are always so creative and fun which I love as I’m also a creative individual. When we try the looks at the fittings they always ask my opinion, taking into account my own style. I find this nice as it makes it more personal, making me feel a part of the brand and less of a mannequin.
If you could be the face of any ad campaign, what would it be and why?
I’d really like to shoot for Diesel (let’s make it happen?) I think I fit their aesthetic really well. I do dress smart at times but those who know me know that I’m a rebel and a rogue through and through.
Out of your many tattoos, which one means the most to you?
Although I’ve had tattoos for particular reasons, I don’t necessarily treat them as deep and meaningful. I just prefer to enjoy them aesthetically as a whole. At present, I really love my more recent Leonardo da Vinci back-piece. It is a large work in progress but I like it looking unfinished as you never know how it will turn out. It tells a nice visual story to the viewer.
Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?
In ten years’ time I see myself looking happy and content with life. A mind full of wisdom and knowledge from my travels. A head full of crazy memories with friends. Nice moments with family. A heart full of love. Mistakes learnt from and head held high looking to an even brighter future.
After a brilliant pre-LCM show from Joshua Kane Bespoke (and an after party to match) it was time start London Collections: Men in proper fashion. I threw on my bright red Moschino sweater and a large hat to try and disguise my raging hangover and we were off!
First show of the season was Topman Design and what a bloody show to begin with. I was in pure ecstasy watching endless amounts of tall, young skinny creatures adorning large tartan suits and big oversized fur coats. It was a bizarre nostalgia trip with models sporting what looked like bowling shoes, western shirts, boiler suits and a whole lot of attitude while the video screen played some sort of acid trip not too dissimilar to The Beatles’ more “experimental” days. The video beautifully transitioned into different colours and shapes which complimented (or dare I say clashed) with the collection nicely. It was perfection watching Topman boldly and brashly capture a spectrum of cult clothing and key trends of yesteryear, from the punk movement to the mod scene and with teddy boy fit coats and all the charm of Marlon Brando in the film The Wild One. And Oh The music! With the song Crazy Horses being blasted out with such ferocity it was clear to see why everyone was bobbing there heads and tapping their feet and thinking about ‘the good old days’ of the seventies.
You can find my other mini reviews from London Collections: Men on the Atlas Magazine website.
London Collections: Men has proven to be another phenomenal season, full of fine tailoring, blurred gender barriers and more parties and free drinks to get an AA meeting moist.
This season I mingled with some of the finest faces to be seen in the menswear world and what a season it was for myself. Surrounded by an endless supply of male models. I rubbed shoulders with the likes of David Gandy, Oliver Cheshire, Sam Way, Jimmy Q and Harry Curran, enjoying all the front row treats that came with it. Though I did feel rather repugnant perched next to David Gandy, Tinnie Tempah and Dermot O’Leary, being front row did allow me to view the the runway outfits in their full glory without jumping up and down, tiptoeing or holding my iPhone in the air in with the hopes of capturing a low resolution look at the fine details of each item of clothing.
This season was full of diversity making each collection unique and desirable in their own way and my particular favourite shows had to be Katie Eary, James Long, Christopher Shannon and Topman Design. But when it comes to making a splash, the Oliver Spencer show proved to be the big hitter on the social media platforms after one of the water pipes burst, showering one block (with front row guests including David Gandy, Oliver Cheshire, Dermot O’Leary and Tinnie Tempah) in hot water, including myself sitting on second row.
Quite frankly I was drenched and at the time I had no idea what was happening, the lights started going down, everyone had found their seats and then I got spray of hot water down my neck, lots of screams started and people started fleeing the area and leaping over benches like a scene from 28 Days Later. In a blind panic, I realised I had left my Vivienne Westwood backpack (which quite frankly I was not leaving behind) so in an act of pure bravery, I ran towards the water, blurring my glasses and fogging my vision, like walking in to a burning building to save my beloved treasure. “I’m not leaving! My bag is in there!” Granted, maybe it was a little overdramatic but it was piss wet through. We all waited back in the entrance, had a quick natter about the surge of hot water and back in we went 15 minutes later, sat back in our (thankfully dried) seats and held tightly onto our personal belongings, just in case. For a second time, the lights dimmed and thankfully the show began, and as to no surprise, Oliver Spencer had indeed put on another incredible show.
After a hard day of networking, watching fashion shows and drinking free champagne like there’s no tomorrow, what better way to unwind than more alcohol at the many after parties going on throughout London Collections, and let me tell you this… There were some bloody good parties this year. First night I started off with the Esquire party at the Rosewood Hotel Piano Bar, very sophisticated and a great DJ set from Boy George. Other greats included the Fred Perry party, River Island’s presentation, YMC x Liberty and KTZ. But my favourite party had to be the Superdry party upstairs in The Old Sorting Office. Free drinks, big open warehouse, Nick Grimshaw DJ’ing but best of all, people were actually dancing! Proper dancing, the sort that would make a stripper proud, not bobbing while handing out business cards to associates. Dirty, legitimate, skanking slutdrops, dutty wine and head banging. It’s the first time i’ve seen people properly let loose at a fashion event and have a good time.
But when all was said and done, we happily returned to the place where everyone knows your name, the #TopmanLCM Pub for a burger, a pint and a mingle with our fellow fashion lovers.