I was interviewed yesterday by Mayfair magazine about my attitudes to Mayfair and experience of it over the years. The thing I remembered most vividly was walking along Dover Street one Saturday morning in 1981 and coming across the grand bow window of Scott Crolla’s new shop. It was a cornucopia of delights, full of the grandest and most luxurious jackets and shirts at the height of the New Romantic revival. Of course, I could never afford to buy anything or now it would be a collector’s item, but I can remember the sense of voyeuristic pleasure after a long diet of Moss Bros.
Whatever happened to Scott Crolla?
He went off to Milan, I think. He had been an art student in Brighton. Charles
I remember this well…I used to get my hair cut in the basement of that amazing shop. I think I might have even bought a pair of brocade cigarette cut slacks there….
It’s part of fashion history now. The age of the film version of Brideshead Revisited. Charles