Sunday, 28 July 2013

An alpine summer

A perfect little neofolk summer song, courtesy of those lovely Whiners.

Friday, 5 July 2013

Summer essentials

Summer has well and truly arrived, even here in the cold North. So as a small salute to the season we present a small selection of Lord Bassington-Bassington's summer essentials.

Sunglasses by Persol because one needs protect His Lordship's eyes. T-Shirt because this is after all the season for going casual and enjoying the sun. Seven inch record because one has a thing for Of the Wand and the Moon. Tiki mug because, well, it wouldn't be summer without a Tiki drink or ten. Book to motivate one to exercise, because decadence needs to be balanced by discipline. Runic bandana because one needs bandanas when doing the above-mentioned exercise. And Basset because, well, Bassets are always essential – and right for every season.

Have a good summer. The Lord Bassington-Bassington Chronicles will return in the fall.

Thursday, 4 July 2013

Germanic bear search

When a good friend of Lord Bassington-Bassington visited Norway recently, he brought with him a small selection of Alpine leather accoutrements which (sadly) didn't fit His Lordship. So in the spirit of generosity, Lord Bassington-Bassington decided to hold a Great Germanic Bear Search for some of his friends.

The concept was simple: A bit like the fairytale about Cinderella, but with fewer petite feet and glass slippers, and more hairy bellies and leather.

The guys get ready, trying on which leather pieces fit (all pictures courtesy of The Cub Scout).

Mr. Huseby tries to look extra Germanic by posing in front of a Bavarian flag. A Blutharsch beer stein helps too.

Frater Zog tries the same maneuver, but goes even further. But to little avail.

For it was easy to see that Superfritz would be the winner of the Germanic Bear Search. Hardly surprising, what with him being a demigod and all.

The two runner-ups try to score some extra points by flirting with the camera and showing a bit of leg.

At this point, the "bear" theme of the evening got a little overtaken by the "beer" theme. There was also a bit of cuddly Kameradschaft with a certain Mullah who isn't exactly known for his adversity to strong drink.

For as the good Mullah said in a recent fatwa: "Many Sufi poets compare wine with love and love with God. And if it is so, there can be no sin in letting God flow through you. Even if it might be a bit inappropriate for the stream to end in the toilet. But as the Christian tradition teaches us, God moves in mysterious ways".

And later in the evening, the bears walked happily off to see Blood Axis play.

The end.


Wednesday, 3 July 2013

Racial supremacy

This film makes Lord Bassington-Bassington wonder if someone has found some old notes from His Lordship's forebear, Hans B.K. Günther – the slightly demented gentleman better known as "Bassen-Günther." In fact, the only thing separating this film from the late Hound's bizarre ramblings are the lack of mumblings about the international Beagle conspiracy.

But then, there are films such as this. Which show pure poetry in motion.

This clinches it! "Bassen-Günther" was right! Basset Hounds are the master race.

Bassetocracy now!

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Unconventional conventionalists

Lord Bassington-Bassington has just returned from the bi-annual conference of the European Society for the Study of Western Esotericism, held in Gothenburg.

Despite coming from a line of great thinkers Lord Bassington-Bassington himself hasn't exactly distinguished himself as an intellectual. Unless, by "intellectual" you mean "obessing about things few others care about", in which case His Lordship is practically a new Einstein.

So instead of trying to say something meaningful about the superb conference program, Lord Bassington-Bassington took a Jungian descent into silliness at the closing dinner, which was held at the Masonic Hall in the heart of Gothenburg. So here are pictures of a few, to borrow a turn of phrase from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, "unconventional conventionalists".

As usual, we here at the Chronicles apologies for the shoddy photography. If you want professional-looking style pictures taken with a proper camera, go read The Sartorialist or something. We here at the Chronicles are proudly punk in that respect.

This look demonstrates that all one needs to look spiffy is a cravat. Though posing in a Masonic Hall is also a good style tip.

Like the turban, the kippah is one of those pieces of headwear that go with absolutely anything. And one of the few head coverings that men can wear indoors without breaching etiquette (or looking like a ruffian).

Surely this is the way to wear a brown shirt: With a colourful tie and a warm smile. And a lively interest in the coolest film ever made.

When, like Per Faxneld, you are an expert on Satanism, it is fun to wear as little black as possible.

While George Sieg rocks a more subcultural academic look, which fit the occasion well. After all, Gothenburg does translate as the "City of Goths".

Lord Bassington-Bassington's dear friend Frater Zog really matches the interior.

A Harvard tie, magnificent beard and some stylish slippers are quite the trinity of style. Lord Bassington-Bassington hereby considers stylistic Unitarianism (also known as minimalism) disproven once and for all.

Mark Sedgwick isn't just the author of the monumental Against the Modern World, but also a scholar of Islam. And, as such, surely entitled to wear the the no-tie look.

Kenneth Granholm gets a lot of respect for his magnificent muttonchops and perfect Lemmy impersonation. But let's not forget that he is an interesting scholar too.

In closing, let Lord Bassington-Bassington acknowledge that, yes, this little report is as "gentlemen only" as the Masonic lodges here in Scandinavia. This is not meant as a slight to the ladies, a group Lord Bassington-Bassington is rather fond of.

But while there were some extraordinarily stylish ladies present at the conference, the style section of The Lord Bassington-Bassington Chronicles tends to have a focus on male dress. And so a male-only style report is defensible.

Well, that's the excuse anyway. For the real reason for the lack of ladies is that His Lordship is much too shy to approach strange ladies and ask if he can take their pictures.