Being a record of the ruminations, ramblings and obsessions of a Hound of the noblest breed (or so His Lordship claims, anyway). The focus being on dark music and culture, style, spirituality and - naturally – Basset Hounds.
Welcome to the chronicles of Lord Bassington-Bassington, coming to you from Little Storping in the Swuff – a quaint place located somewhere between England’s Lake District and the outskirts of the Norwegian capital.
This is intended as a log of His explorations of music, books, films and so on. I, your humble chronicler, is merely His Lordship’s secretary.
For more information on Lord Bassington-Bassington, please confer this blog’s opening post. Contacts can be directed to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Lord Bassington-Bassington's attempts to get hits by copying The Sartorialist continues. So here The Chronicles have the pleasure of bringing an iPhone-snapshot of a stylish young gentleman, Edvard, met on the streets of Oslo this Friday. Edvard's drooping ears are absolutely perfect for the upcoming season.
But then, come to think of it, drooping ears are perfect for every season.