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Tattoo shoe

Lord Bassington-Bassington has always had an ambivalent relationships with tattoos. In his early youth, when books such as Modern Primitives inspired people around him to do scary things with their bodies, His Lordship decided that this wasn't for him. It didn't improve his relationship with body modification culture that he at some point became convinced that Odin wanted him to not have tattoos (well, it's a long story...)

In later years Lord Bassington-Bassington has come to realize that tattooists can produce some beautiful work – even basset-related! By Jove, His Lordship has even considered getting some ink himself.

At the moment, though, it seems like Lord Bassington-Bassington's natural contrarianism will lead him to remain one of the very few in his circles with an unadorned body, but that doesn't mean that His Lordship doesn't want to enjoy tattoos. And when tattoos can be combined with the long-eared one's somewhat obsessive relationship with Jeffery West footwear, it's a surefire hit.

On Lord Bassington-Bassington's recent visit to London, the Jeffery West shop in Piccadilly Arcade (also known as "His Lordship's magnetic north pole") had one of their special services on offer. So a pair of quite charming Chelsea boots were purchased.

Tattoo artist Aasen Stephenson ready to swing the needle.

The finished result.

Remind you of anyone...?

Happy basset, by the amazing Tini Malitius.

Lost hound

Panic on the streets of London! Somewhere in the Putney area, south of the Thames and close to several excellent tweed outfitters, little Fritzi is lost. We hope he is doing okay.

Vinyl wormwood

(Przybyszewski used as a model by his friend, Norwegian symbolist painter Edward Munch)

Malört forlag, one of Scandinavia's coolest small presses and probably the world's best dressed publisher, has released records before. But this time they've come up with the splendid idea of issuing a little seven inch on vinyl, which instantly endears them even more to Lord Bassington-Bassington's heart.

The release is intended as a companion disc to an upcoming release of a selection of works by Polish decadent writer Stanislaw Przybyszewski, known for his occult proclivities. Indeed, according to scholar Per Faxneld Przybyszewski might be the first person in history to construct a coherent philosophy around Lucifer as a positive symbol. So no wonder that they describe his novel Satans Kinder (a true European, Przybyszewski wrote in both Polish and German) as a "Satanic Anarchist novel". How can one resist?!

And the book wouldn't be complete without this little seven inch. It contains contributions by three very interesting artists, namely Blixa Bargeld (known for his work with The Bad Seeds and Einstürzende Neubauten), drone metal maestro Stephen O'Malley (Sunn O)))) and Jill Tracy, who each deliver a specially written track. And of course this little gem is strictly limited.

So go get it already, and tell 'em a certain long-eared Lord sent you.

Chocolate cobbler

Matching colours can be difficult, especially when one is, like Lord Bassington-Bassington, a bit colour-blind (even if canines can see colours). One must simply accept what assistance one can get.

So imagine Lord Bassington-Bassington's joy when His Lordship encountered this charming young chap at the airport in Bergen. Apparently, the young chocolate lab was very taken with the Jeffery-West brogues with contrast lacings. Not only was it a perfect match, the little chap was also very keen on helping with shoe cleaning.

Sorry for the bad pictures, but it is a bit hard to both photograph a puppy who catches the exquisite scent of finer footwear and keep it from chewing it at the same time.

Rebel club

Because Lord Bassington-Bassington loves club ties. And Moomintrolls. And because this lovely coaster was a Yuletide present from Lady Mju. Thank you very much!

Perhaps it is time to finally try to join the Handlebar Club?

Casual(ty) ward

Over the years, Lord Bassington-Bassington has reached the point where he will don a tie or bow tie on practically every weekday and social occasion.

You know how it is: You feel naked without a jacket, a jacket needs a pocket handkerchief, and then it all looks wrong without an ironed shirt (which of course is no fun without cufflinks), and an ironed shirt looks sad without some neckwear, and suddenly you're dressed to the nines even if you're only popping out for a pint.

Well, possibly you don't know how it is. Because you just might be a sensible person, because most people are more sensible than Lord Bassington-Bassington. Who, in his defense, is a Hound, not a person.

So this blog post is simply a small assortment of pictures that Lord Bassington-Bassington has found himself returning to for examples of more casual looks that still cut a dash.

This picture comes straight from the Facebook page of Jeffery-West, His Lordship's favourite footwear outfitters.



Because cultures such as mod and skinhead are good places to go when you need to dress down.

This has been shamelessly lifted from the web page of esteemed milliners Lock & Co. And yes, naturally His Lordship ended up getting a hat or two from them.

While this picture of Scottish journalist Vic Galloway is ripped from the Facebook page of tweed dealers Walker Slater, another of His Lordship's favourites.

So, apparently, Lord Bassington-Bassington is now at the point where he considers a three-piece suit to be casual clothing as long as one dispenses with the tie and pocket hankie.

Could someone please refer His Lordship to some sort of dress rehab?