Archive for March, 2005

March 10, 2005

good for you?

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rusty the cowboy

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Once there was a cow­boy named Rusty.
It was Rusty’s job to go around bran­ding cattle, and boy was he good at that. Nobody could brand a steer bet­ter than Rusty. And he made a good living from it, visi­ting ranches, bran­ding the cattle. The guy never had to worry about how he was going to pay for his next horse or a silver-studded saddle.
But one day something hap­pe­ned. The cattle gene­ti­cally muta­ted. Sud­denly each rancher’s cattle were so uni­que and dif­fe­rent from other ranchers’ cattle, you could tell who­ses cattle was whose, without nee­ding to mark them.
Sud­denly it was loo­king like Rusty was out of a cushy living.
But no! He became a post-Cluetrain bran­ding evan­ge­list! Sud­denly he could make even more money, tur­ning up to ranches in Ita­lian suits, Power­point sli­des in tow, get­ting the ranchers all fired up about how great and fan­tas­tic their new cattle were.
Ker. Chiiiing.

March 9, 2005

businesses

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So… busi­nes­ses…
Savile Row busi­ness. Check.
T-shirt busi­ness. Check.
Book deal thin­gie. Check.
Hugh­train con­sul­tant busi­ness. Check.
Anything else?
Wine busi­ness. Think I’ll go sell some wine.
I’ll write more after the weekend.

gapingvoid suit buyer

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I know, I know, “Meta­blog­ging is dead” yada yada yada, but I thought I’d show you this e-mail English Cut got this mor­ning:

Hi Tom,
I have been inte­res­ted in having bes­poke suits/coats made for a while now (I am very slim and off-the-peg fits are near-impossible to find), but have been una­ble to rustle up the know­ledge requi­red for me to walk into a shop on Savile Row and ask for one (without fee­ling emba­rras­singly igno­rant). The English Cut web­site has gone a long way in edu­ca­ting me about bes­poke, and the­re­fore I’d like to come to you(as someone fami­liar) as a first port of call.
I’d ima­gine your wai­ting list is abso­lu­tely huge by now, so I was won­de­ring how long it would take before I could get a mee­ting arran­ged?
I live in Lon­don and can meet at Savile Row if that suits (no pun inten­ded…).
Addi­tio­nally, I won’t be orde­ring twenty-eight suits (as some of the clients Hugh talks about on gaping­void have done!), but pro­bably would start with just a jac­ket. But on the basis of that, and how I feel it values up, you can expect my cus­tom for a good twenty, thirty years hence.
Thanks for your time,
Jason P.

This is the first docu­men­ted case I know of an regu­lar gaping­void rea­der offe­ring to shell out cash for one of Tom’s suits. Thanks, Jason!
Jason and Tom have an appoint­ment this Satur­day on Savile Row. Rock on.
But I’d say it’s a pretty text­book case of The Hugh­train and “Smar­ter Con­ver­sa­tions”.
Re. The twenty-eight suits. I men­tio­ned in the com­ments recently about some of the lar­ger Savile Row cus­to­mers wal­king in off the street and orde­ring four suits at a time. Say, two pins­tri­pes, a navy blue and a char­coal grey.
Oh, but they want one set of each, in each of their seven hou­ses. Easier to just buy seven sets than to do all that pac­king.
I know. It’s sick. But I kinda like it.
[KER-CHIIIIING:] Tom’s arri­ving in Lon­don as I write this. There till Mon­day. If anyone fan­cies a [KER-CHIIIIING] new suit while he’s there, zap him an e-mail and he’ll meet you on Savile Row.

collezioni

Colle­zioni, an Ita­lian fashion maga­zine, wants to inter­view Tho­mas.
They look like a good maga­zine, but kno­wing very little of the Ita­lian fashion world, I don’t know much about them.
Any­body know anything? Is it a big maga­zine? Are they good?

t-shirt suggestions requested

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As men­tio­ned ear­lier, I shall be making t-shirts avai­la­ble shortly.
I’m making them all limi­ted edi­tions of 200. One design, 200 shirts. Once they’re gone, they’re gone. I won’t be reprin­ting the design.
I’ll start with 4 designs, so 800 shirts in all. I’ll add a new design only when one of the four runs out. So there will never be more than 4 designs avai­la­ble at one time.
I’ll start with one “hugh­train” design, one “blog­ging” design, and two “alien­ta­ted urban wha­te­ver” designs.
So I’m won­de­ring which designs to start with. I’m very open to sug­ges­tions. If you have an idea, please don’t e-mail me with it– just leave it in the com­ments below.
And feel free to inc­lude the URL, if you think that would be help­ful.
Thanks.

demand was never an issue

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Like many res­pec­ted tra­des out there, the big­gest pro­blem Savile Row had over the last 50 years was in their mar­ke­ting.
They thought they nee­ded to adver­tise to a flashier audience. They didn’t. The cus­to­mers are already buying, and they don’t give a damn about flashy.
There was never anything wrong with the cus­to­mer end of things.
The peo­ple they really nee­ded to sell what they did to wasn’t rich esta­blish­ment clients, or, like their second-rate designer-label cou­sins, get their named ban­died around the pre­ten­tious and worth­less cele­brity media machine.
The peo­ple they nee­ded to adver­tise to were young kids, 15 – 16 years old, from modest family back­grounds.
They nee­ded to adver­tise to these kids, because appren­ti­ces have to come from somewhere.
And it’s a tough, 10-year pro­cess. Fifty years ago Savile Row wasn’t com­pe­ting with uni­ver­si­ties, and gla­mo­rous careers in fina­nace and mar­ke­ting for their best young talent. But now with college edu­ca­tion being the norm, they are.
Lack of busi­ness is not Savile Row’s big­gest pro­blem. Lack of sui­ta­ble appren­ti­ces is. 5 – 10 years from now, when the current batch of “mas­ter tai­lors” reti­res, there will be few peo­ple to replace them.
It’s a great oppor­tu­nity for English Cut, as Tho­mas is the only per­son under forty in that lea­gue.
We’re already star­ting to get e-mails from peo­ple who have noti­ced this talent deple­tion; who are seeing the wri­ting on the wall for their current tai­lors. Sure, it’s good for our busi­ness, but it’s worr­ying nonethe­less.
Want a gua­ran­teed, res­pec­ted income for life? For­get cor­po­ra­tions. For­get Madi­son Ave­nue. Go into tailoring.

March 8, 2005

branding is dead (cont.)

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Ear­lier today, the “Bran­ding Is Dead” debate con­ti­nued over lunch:
Hugh: Bran­ding is dead.
Friend: You really think that?
Hugh: Yes.
Friend: Why do you believe that?
Hugh: Because it’s bet­ter than the alter­na­tive.
Friend: What’s the alter­na­tive?
Hugh: Necrophilia.

March 7, 2005

nobody reads my blog

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savile row is the new geek chic

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Very Cool. Thanks to Slate colum­nist Clive Thom­son for right­fully poin­ting out that yes, Savile Row suits are indeed the next thing in Geek Chic:

After all, suits have many of the things that geeks par­ti­cu­larly appre­ciate: Intense levels of engi­nee­ring, an obses­sion with struc­tu­ral ele­gance, phy­sics, totally wic­ked gear that’s used to create them, topo­graphic geo­metry, and mate­rials science that burrows right down to che­mistry and — these days — nano­tech­no­logy. And when it comes to ties, my god, you’ve got the most awe­so­mely rea­li­zed appli­ca­tion of knot theory on the planet.

I’m trying to ima­gine Robert Sco­ble in a suit. Ain’t hap­pe­ning. Joi Ito wears really nice suits, though.
[ALSO:] I should have some t-shirts out in a cou­ple of weeks, I think. So I’ll pro­bably be the first per­son in his­tory selling both bes­poke Savile Row and potty mouth t-shirt designs. Go figure.

March 6, 2005

ok, this is starting to get silly…

From USA Today, the lar­gest Ame­ri­can news­pa­per:

Do not unde­res­ti­mate the plea­su­res of a really well-made suit. Tho­mas Mahon is a bes­poke tai­lor (that is, a fellow who makes suits to order) on London’s Savile Row, and if anyone can con­vince you to at least con­si­der inves­ting in one glo­riously per­fect piece of clothing in your life, this is the guy. Even the non-clotheshorses of Hot Sites were fas­ci­na­ted by his desc­rip­tion of the Savile Row cul­ture, by his analy­sis of what makes a bes­poke suit worth the frankly flab­ber­gas­ting price tag, and by his tips of what to look for in a suit if you really must buy off-the-rack. Edu­ca­tio­nal and enter­tai­ning as well.

Awwww… what a nice little men­tion. I feel all warm and fuzzy now.
It’s loo­king like this “blog­ging tai­lor” virus is far more deadly than we pre­dic­ted. Sure, it’s fabuously exci­ting for me and Tom, but Jeeze Louise, Tom’s already stag­ge­red by the amount of work sud­denly in front of him. And we’ve only just scrat­ced the sur­face.
Actually, I disa­gree with USA Today. $4,000 is pretty darn cheap, con­si­de­ring what you’re get­ting.
A suit takes about 100 hours to make, so figure it out to $40 an hour; inc­lu­ding the cost of the cloth, sun­dries, not to men­tion the cost of tra­ve­lling around, train tic­kets, rent etc etc.
$40 an hour for the best crafts­manship of its kind in the world. I know third-rate web deve­lo­pers who charge 3 times that much.

authentic voice hell

Nice wee post from Evelyn Rodri­guez about the Nike brand losing its edge.
Starts off with Colleen, a reco­ve­ring copyw­ri­ter, posing the ques­tion:

What hap­pe­ned to Nike *after* its hey­day? Did they stop lis­te­ning? Stop deep lis­te­ning?
I so well remem­ber clients beg­ging for “Nike work.

So Evelyn, being the “Authen­tic Voice” uber-goddess, implies to us the obvious (at least, obvious if you read Evelyn a lot, not so obvious if your head’s still stuck in the 1990s).
Nike lost their authen­tic voice. And with that, lost their brand.
Though I have nothing but war­mest res­pect for Evelyn and her ideas, I see a virus about to hap­pen, and it’s not a nice one.
I see loads of second-rate Evelyn wan­na­bes rea­ding her blog, get­ting fired up, then going off and set­ting up shop as “Authen­tic Voice Brand Evan­ge­list Con­sul­tants” or wha­te­ver. I can already hear “Be your brand’s authen­tic voice!” echoing pain­fully in the cor­po­rate hall­ways.
The thing is, the “Authen­tic Voice” meme is very sim­ple to unders­tand. I get it. You get it. We all get it, already. So why bother hiring the ersatz Ev at $2000 a day?
You’re right. There is no rea­son. Chea­per to down­load the PDF.
The Nike pro­duct slip­ped, then the Nike brand. Not the other way around.
It’s chil­dishly sim­ple: Authen­tic Voice only really comes out when your pro­duct is the best in the world, or fai­ling that, world-class. Once Nike cea­sed to be as good as they could be, their words star­ted soun­ding empty. Hello, Inauthen­tic Voice.

admire your blog

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metascoble

Robert Sco­ble (Man, I haven’t writ­ten about him in days– I must be losing my touch) res­ponds to my recent “Meta­blog­ging is Dead” post.

I don’t disa­gree with Hugh. I’m trying to catch the Hugh­train. Meta­blog­ging is defi­ni­tely out of style, as Hugh says. I’ll try to only do that kind of stuff over on our book blog. Of course, does tal­king about this here mean a new kind of meta­blog­ging? Not­me­ta­blog­ging? Hmmm.

I think tal­king about blogs is fine, I think fin­ding them inte­res­ting is fine, but you have to remem­ber the sec­ret of French cui­sine: Never let the sauce overwhelm the dish. What’s true with coo­king is also true with blog­ging. And yes, Robert grasps this about as well anyone I can think of.

the death of metablogging

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Let’s face it: The era of “Meta­blog­ging” is well over.
Much of what fue­lled Meta­blog­ging (i.e. “blog­ging about blog­ging”) in the last few years was the rather quaint & somewhat endea­ringly pathe­tic, semi-tragic, sopho­mo­ric hope that if you write about blog­ging for long enough, some­body will magi­cally appear out of the wood­work and give you enough cash to live com­for­tably on. Fore­ver! Yay!
Wha­te­ver. The more inte­res­ting era of the blog­ger who “actually does stuff” began a while ago, even if the meta­blog­gers were slow to catch on. Joi Ito is a good exam­ple. As is Mark Cuban. As is Tom Mahon. As is Fred Wil­son.
A lot of “A-Listers” (a term that seems emp­tier by the day) are meta­blog­gers. The more of them that disa­gree with my the­sis, the hap­pier I will be.

more seth goodness

“The ever-worsening curse of the cog”: Another gem from the mas­ter of luci­dity, Seth Godin:

The end result is that it’s essen­tially impos­si­ble to become suc­cess­ful or well off doing a job that is desc­ri­bed and mea­su­red by someone else.
Worth rea­ding the ita­lics twice, I think.
The only chance our country (your country, depends where you live), your eco­nomy and most of all, your family has to get ahead is this: make up new rules.
Peo­ple who make up new rules con­ti­nue to be in very short supply.

Does any­body really think being a cog is still via­ble? I don’t know any­body who does.
Also, here he wri­tes about his (jus­ti­fiably) favo­rite new phrase: “Yak Sha­ving”. It’s worth a read.

March 5, 2005

“smarter conversations” explained

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“Open sur­gery on a jac­ket shoul­der. Notice the soft wad­ding, which I and a few other top tai­lors use, as oppo­sed to the far more com­mon ready-made shoul­der pad.“
The char­ming little pho­to­graph and cap­tion above first appea­red on a recent English Cut post, as part of a much lon­ger article.
When I first saw it, my reac­tion was pro­bably no dif­fe­rent than anyone else’s; that it was a friendly, infor­ma­tive, tasty little mor­sel. Which it is.
Then ear­lier today the follo­wing thought hit me like a freight train:
Let’s say you’re a very suc­cess­ful New York gent­le­man. Let’s say busi­ness has been very good to you in the last few years.
Let’s say one way of enjo­ying your suc­cess been wea­ring nice clothes. Let’s say in the last cou­ple of years you’ve been buying your­self lots of them from your favo­rite Manhat­tan store e.g. Barney’s, Sak’s, Bloomingdale’s etc, it doesn’t mat­ter which one.
Let’s say the amount you have spent since 2001 would actually be say, forty to fifty thou­sand dollars– not a lot by Savile Row stan­dards, and maybe not quite as much as some of the guys you share an office with, but cer­tainly a prin­cely sum by most people’s rec­ko­ning.
And let’s say your Cou­sin Suzie, an avid sewing enthu­siast, sends you a link to English Cut, kno­wing you have a wee thing for suits.
So you check it out. And you see the tasty mor­sel. The Real McCoy uses wad­ding, not shoul­der­pads, huh? How about that? And so you read on…
What’s the first thing you do after you’re done rea­ding? The first thing is you rush over to your clo­set, and check out to see if your suits also have the wad­ding, ins­tead of the far infe­rior shoul­der­pads.
And you find out right away. They don’t. They all have shoul­der­pads. Every last one of them.
And then you rea­lize, the store that sold you all these suits, that you gave $40K of your hard-earned money to, somehow for­got to men­tion the shoul­der­pads. They spent a lot of time con­vin­cing you how top-rung they were, how totally supe­rior their suits are, but fai­led to men­tion the shoul­der­pads. Just somehow slip­ped their tiny little minds.
And sud­denly, you feel you’ve been trea­ted like an abso­lute sch­muck. Sud­denly you feel your­self resen­ting the hell out of the depart­ment store, the one with the famous name on the door. The one all the jour­na­lists kill them­sel­ves to get access to. The one that has been basi­cally taking you for a little ride these last four years.
And maybe, just maybe, you drop Tho­mas over at English Cut an e-mail.
When I men­tion “Smar­ter Con­ver­sa­tions” in The Hugh­train, this is pre­ci­sely what I’m tal­king about. This is why I keep on har­ping on about it. This is why if the busi­ness you’re in can’t handle the “Smar­ter Con­ver­sa­tions” angle, you should be extre­mely con­cer­ned.
This is why I chose to work with a Savile Row tai­lor.
[Spea­king of New York:] Tom’s actually coming to Manhat­tan in early April, if anyone fan­cies a new suit.

no futzing around

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Wor­king with English Cut over the last few weeks has taught me three things.

1. The Hugh­train actually works.
2. The bet­ter your pro­duct, the bet­ter The Hugh­tain works.
3. If your pro­duct isn’t world-class, you’re in big trouble.

Less than a week ago, a chap who had never bought Savile Row suits before stum­bled across English Cut, really liked it, and sent Tho­mas an e-mail, sta­ting he’d like to meet up.
The guy had pre­viously spent a lot of money on desig­ner labels, Armani and what­not, but rea­ding English Cut had con­fir­med a nag­ging sus­pi­cion in the back of his mind that designer-label wasn’t the real deal. Fair enough; most designer-label is a com­plete ripoff. And the more you know about suits, the more you believe that.
Tom met him on Savile Row yes­ter­day for an hour or two with his tape mea­sure and cloth sam­ples.
Before the mee­ting was over the chap had orde­red over $15,000 worth of suits, and had paid the full depo­sit.
Con­trary to popu­lar belief, blog­ging is not just for fai­led wri­ters, aspi­ring jour­na­lists and whi­ney tee­na­gers. Tom and I are doing many things with English Cut. Futzing around is not one of them.

March 4, 2005

i’m blogging this

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marketing jackoff

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helpful genius

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March 3, 2005

hooray

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some links:

[SERVER MELT:] English Cut got lin­ked by Meme­pool. Thanks, Chaps!
[I LOVE THIS ONE:] “Inno­va­tion doesn’t have to be sexy.“
[THE RISE OF THE ARTISAN BLOG:] Since English Cut launched last January, I’ve star­ted paying more atten­tion to “Arti­san” blogs. Frankly, I think it’s one of the more saliently obvious blog appli­ca­tions out there. A new favo­rite one of mine belongs to the Lin­coln Sign Com­pany. They make signs for sto­res and stuff, but it’s really high-quality. Really “bes­poke”.
[WONDERING:] I’m trying to remem­ber the last time I saw some­body link to an MSN Spa­ces blog. Nope. I can’t. I saw one or two the week they were relea­sed, but then they drop­ped off the radar screen like a lead balloon.
Is it just me, or does the very fact that some­body is wri­ting on an MSN Spa­ces blog make you kinda want to go up to them and steal their lunch money?

revenue entitlement mechanism

Just in case I didn’t mange to con­vince you to check out Card­board Spa­ceship yes­ter­day:

That is why, if your mar­ke­troid has come to see the cus­to­mer, AKA the con­su­mer, as being a kind of reve­nue entit­le­ment mecha­nism that will cause units to be shif­ted in a pre­dic­ta­ble and mecha­ni­cal fashion, then give them a smack upside the head and see if you can get their brain wor­king again.

Your cus­to­mer is nothing other than a reve­nue entit­le­ment mecha­nism. Yep, sort of like the job your dad pulled strings to get you after college.

March 2, 2005

cheapest or best

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My old high-school buddy, Hamish, is a high-end SAP con­sul­tant, spe­cia­li­sing in finan­cial soft­ware. He is also smar­ter, fun­nier and a bet­ter wri­ter than me. Here’s his latest offe­ring:

Other than that, the peo­ple who give you money, are cus­to­mers. They have no obli­ga­tion of any kind to con­ti­nue to give you money. If something bet­ter comes along then your ass is toast. Now, I agree that some clas­ses of rela­tionship are not going to change as easily as others. Would you bother to change your uti­li­ties sup­plier, if you could? Would you buy dif­fe­rent brands of clothes? Would you like to eat dif­fe­rent food every day? But if all you have is iner­tia to pro­tect you, then you will find that one day the num­bers on the mar­ke­ting spreadsheet do not come out right, and your job is gone. The world moved on, and for­got to buy the right num­ber of units for you to make your fore­cast. You have no auto­ma­tic right to reve­nue. None. (OK, OK, US Mili­tary Con­trac­tors, but let’s stay in the real world…)

In the com­ment sec­tion I pipe in:

If I was 20 years youn­ger and going to college, would I, like our peers did back in the 1980s, be stud­ying “media” or adver­ti­sing? Con­si­de­ring film school, law school or an MBA pro­gram? Would I hell.
First, I would save my parents serious cash by opting out of uni­ver­sity, and atten­ding ins­tead a good local tech­ni­cal college. Then I’d spend a year after that, maybe going to night school stud­ying English, English Lit and crea­tive wri­ting.
Upon finishing my stu­dies I’d hang up my shin­gle as a high-end plum­ber in an affluent part of the world, like Con­ne­ti­cutt, Aus­tin or Santa Bar­bara.
And I’d imme­dia­tely turn my recently acqui­red English-language skills to wri­ting a witty and infor­ma­tive blog about plum­bing. And wait for the phone to start rin­ging off the hook after an ini­tial start-up lull of… what? 12, maybe 13 mintues?

Hamish and I have been tal­king about how the world is chan­ging for years, long before either of us dis­co­ve­red the web.
We are now moving into a world where you have two basic sur­vi­val choi­ces:

1. You can be the chea­pest.
2. You can be the best.
There is no middle option.

Chea­pest or best– theo­re­ti­cally there’s nothing wrong with that equa­tion.
But we live in a world where most of us don’t want to be either.

nothing to say

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update

Site is wor­king pro­perly again. All the links seem to be fine.