Warp & Weft

Electrical field notes & observations with original and borrowed images taken from the WWW by Wellington tailor Rex Massey-Molloy at earlandenglish.com

May 18th at 2PM / 0 notes
What is warp and weft really? It’s just the way they name the woven threads that make up textiles. I would tell you more but there is a danger of you hitting your face on the keyboard as you loose conciousness.

What is warp and weft really? It’s just the way they name the woven threads that make up textiles. I would tell you more but there is a danger of you hitting your face on the keyboard as you loose conciousness.


The next time I see this suit the backdrop will have changed to the streets of Venice.
Brown suits are often maligned in NZ exposing a seam of childhood horror as we recall our fathers polyester/wool nightmares.
Those days are gone. Embrace brown, better yet, prove your enlightenment & let brown embrace you. 

The next time I see this suit the backdrop will have changed to the streets of Venice.

Brown suits are often maligned in NZ exposing a seam of childhood horror as we recall our fathers polyester/wool nightmares.

Those days are gone. Embrace brown, better yet, prove your enlightenment & let brown embrace you. 


Apr 17th at 2PM / 0 notes
I shot this in a hurry last Friday, forgot to change my camera back to high res which is a shame, still, you get the idea. It’s the second time the owner of this dream machine, Dave, has bought in his new Ibis to show me before it’s baptism of mud.
 
It was late in the day and I had no ride planned for the weekend. Dave wasn’t too worried about trying on his new suit, he was leaving for Makara Peak immediately. Given this I thought it best I accompany him and Stuart, to witness the virgin ride.

I shot this in a hurry last Friday, forgot to change my camera back to high res which is a shame, still, you get the idea. It’s the second time the owner of this dream machine, Dave, has bought in his new Ibis to show me before it’s baptism of mud.
 
It was late in the day and I had no ride planned for the weekend. Dave wasn’t too worried about trying on his new suit, he was leaving for Makara Peak immediately. Given this I thought it best I accompany him and Stuart, to witness the virgin ride.


Matt sent me this just as the wedding season draws to a close for 2012. Making garments for weddings really is a privilege and seeing the wedding images is always a delight.

Sometimes it can be hard to justify the expense of tailor making but most are surprised to learn that it isn’t that much more than off the rack. The extra cost goes to ensure fit & cut plus a wide choice of cloth, not just in terms of colour/pattern but also in weight.

If you wear a suit to work every day then you can likely justify one of life’s more pleasant experiences.

Photographer: Anna Kernohan.


Mar 29th at 3PM / 0 notes
Earl & English appears on the cover of the new industry magazine Mr & Mrs. I am told there is a mention within as well, but I will have to wait until I get my copy.
Many thanks to Alex & Peggy.

Earl & English appears on the cover of the new industry magazine Mr & Mrs. I am told there is a mention within as well, but I will have to wait until I get my copy.

Many thanks to Alex & Peggy.


Mar 29th at 2PM / 0 notes

A toast to Phil and his impending nuptials. Here the wheels are gathering motion, Phil’s friends congregate with him in the yard, some of whom haven’t seen each other for ages.
Phil can now relax in the knowledge that the weather will be fine, his friends are with him and any last minute anxiety will be replaced with the courage that can be found in the amber delight swirling around in his tumbler.
Later on Phil’s stretched & blacked out Hummer will pull up alongside me in the traffic. Phil will see me on my bicycle as I make my way home for the weekend, wind down the window and greet me. “That’s Rex,” he’ll inform the other fifteen occupants including his breath-taking wife as they pull away from the lights, “He made my suit”.
Phil wears a three piece Prince of Wales in 12oz pure wool. The cloth is from Holland & Sherry, Scotland.

A toast to Phil and his impending nuptials. Here the wheels are gathering motion, Phil’s friends congregate with him in the yard, some of whom haven’t seen each other for ages.

Phil can now relax in the knowledge that the weather will be fine, his friends are with him and any last minute anxiety will be replaced with the courage that can be found in the amber delight swirling around in his tumbler.

Later on Phil’s stretched & blacked out Hummer will pull up alongside me in the traffic. Phil will see me on my bicycle as I make my way home for the weekend, wind down the window and greet me. “That’s Rex,” he’ll inform the other fifteen occupants including his breath-taking wife as they pull away from the lights, “He made my suit”.

Phil wears a three piece Prince of Wales in 12oz pure wool. The cloth is from Holland & Sherry, Scotland.


Mar 6th at 10PM / 0 notes
Earl & English  is excited to announce a new relationship with The New Zealand Whisky Company. “Who?” I hear you ask.  Don’t worry, even they hadn’t heard of themselves until only recently. It seems that a large stock of superb whiskey has been unearthed in a long forgotten cellar in Oamaru.
We have several bottles of their finest in the studio for tasting including the amazing 1987.  Please visit their excellent website and discover for yourself just how surprising and exciting this is.
http://thenzwhisky.com/

Earl & English  is excited to announce a new relationship with The New Zealand Whisky Company. “Who?” I hear you ask.  Don’t worry, even they hadn’t heard of themselves until only recently. It seems that a large stock of superb whiskey has been unearthed in a long forgotten cellar in Oamaru.

We have several bottles of their finest in the studio for tasting including the amazing 1987.  Please visit their excellent website and discover for yourself just how surprising and exciting this is.

http://thenzwhisky.com/


Mar 1st at 4PM / 0 notes
Blue suits are big. Again. After many years in the wilderness they have made a strong return, particularly if the shade of blue tends toward the shade royal. The names of shades of blue are many and various and can cause confusion. Over the years I have myself become slightly confused about the variation between shades. Consequently I found this chart rather useful, just to reset my mind to the differences between them.

Blue suits are big. Again. After many years in the wilderness they have made a strong return, particularly if the shade of blue tends toward the shade royal. The names of shades of blue are many and various and can cause confusion. Over the years I have myself become slightly confused about the variation between shades. Consequently I found this chart rather useful, just to reset my mind to the differences between them.


Feb 9th at 3PM / 0 notes

Are we witnessing a superstar in the making? Lately I have been wondering about the man this chap has yet to become. At age 26 it seems so much is possible. Only time will tell.


Feb 7th at 3PM / 0 notes
Alex donning his Earl & English 3 piece merino/cashmere suit. 
I love the drama of this photo, the grooms tension might be similar to the matador except Alex faces something infinitely more beautiful than a raging bull.

Alex donning his Earl & English 3 piece merino/cashmere suit. 

I love the drama of this photo, the grooms tension might be similar to the matador except Alex faces something infinitely more beautiful than a raging bull.










Blue Lake in Nelson Lakes National Park has clearer water than the renowned Te Waikoropupu (Pupu) Springs in Golden Bay, Niwa scientists have found.
The lake, about 25km as the crow flies from St Arnaud, can only be reached by a three-day tramp. Pupu Springs have a recorded visibility of 63 metres, but the visibility in Blue Lake ranges from 70m to 80m.
Blue Lake is characterised by blue-violet hues seen only in the very clearest natural waters. (Words/Photo courtesy of Stuff)

I’ve been here twice now and it is truly amazing. The first time was in winter, it was snowing when Brian & Jono decided to go for a swim in it. Being less brave I had retired to the hut to attempt lighting it’s firebox. 


Brian returned to the hut earlier than expected to retrieve his camera, no doubt in order to document their courage. It’s only a short distance but walking barefoot in your undies on snow in near zero degrees after having emerged from freezing cold water is likely to induce first stage hypothermia. It didn’t bother Brian much though, off he went again clutching his nice Cannon. 


They both arrived back a short while later and were clearly disappointed at my lack of progress, which ordinarily wouldn’t have been an issue.


I never did see any photos though. For all I know they went off for a shag.


I was back there last Easter. Anyone thinking of a decent tramp should consider a trip to this and nearby Lake Constance. Completely unforgettable.

Blue Lake in Nelson Lakes National Park has clearer water than the renowned Te Waikoropupu (Pupu) Springs in Golden Bay, Niwa scientists have found.

The lake, about 25km as the crow flies from St Arnaud, can only be reached by a three-day tramp. Pupu Springs have a recorded visibility of 63 metres, but the visibility in Blue Lake ranges from 70m to 80m.

Blue Lake is characterised by blue-violet hues seen only in the very clearest natural waters. (Words/Photo courtesy of Stuff)

I’ve been here twice now and it is truly amazing. The first time was in winter, it was snowing when Brian & Jono decided to go for a swim in it. Being less brave I had retired to the hut to attempt lighting it’s firebox.

Brian returned to the hut earlier than expected to retrieve his camera, no doubt in order to document their courage. It’s only a short distance but walking barefoot in your undies on snow in near zero degrees after having emerged from freezing cold water is likely to induce first stage hypothermia. It didn’t bother Brian much though, off he went again clutching his nice Cannon.

They both arrived back a short while later and were clearly disappointed at my lack of progress, which ordinarily wouldn’t have been an issue.

I never did see any photos though. For all I know they went off for a shag.

I was back there last Easter. Anyone thinking of a decent tramp should consider a trip to this and nearby Lake Constance. Completely unforgettable.


Dec 15th at 3PM / 0 notes
Look at this, just look at it. 8.5oz wool/mohair (16%) sharkskin.
I rest my case your honour.

Look at this, just look at it. 8.5oz wool/mohair (16%) sharkskin.

I rest my case your honour.


Oct 4th at 11AM / 0 notes

Having difficulty concentrating on work? Hardly surprising, these are exciting yet troubled times. Still, no matter what is in store for us being well attired remains paramount. Look at Barrack for example, that man must struggle to concentrate on just buttering his toast, let alone anything else. Yet he still turns out immaculately doesn’t he? I think there is a lesson in there for all of us.

The first thing I did this morning was instruct my broker to sell everything and put the money into ostrich farming. I have swapped my worked up Hummer for a bicycle. There were no bidders on the yacht so I had the captain abandon her in the Virgin Islands.

There is one thing I won’t be doing and that’s letting myself go. I will be doing just the opposite and I suggest you do the same. Personal grooming & wardrobe will remain my number two priority after proper bicycle maintenance.

Ties are beautiful and you are mistaken if you think you don’t need them. I predict that in the not too distant future no tie may mean no job. Mind you, what does that mean? Doesn’t seem to have bothered anyone from Lehman Bros. I think one of them is bidding on my Learjet.

So, in conclusion, I encourage you all to liquidate your assets and re-invest in your appearance. After all, appearances are everything.


I grew up in this house. It’s in Takapuna, Auckland and the phone number was 492 985. Recently it sold for $825,000 which in 1977 would also have been a phone number.

Back then the house was divided into two flats. My brother and I shared a bedroom which featured ornate plaster work, a fire place and a built in cupboard & drawers. There was a dunny outside that Kerry & I had to use no matter the weather. Mum was always super fastidious and the inside toilet was all hers. We were about 5 or 6 when one winter we tired of the midnight trek outdoors and took the initiative to designate our built in cupboard as a urinal. To this day I have no idea why we thought this was such a good idea.

This innovation ended suddenly a few days later when Mum noticed the smell. She checked our beds first and finding nothing amiss she slowly swivelled her nose around the room, stopping only once it pointed directly at the cupboard. Kerry and I lay rigid in our beds, our optimism that she would be impressed faded like the end of a song.

That the house still stands is in itself, a miracle. We once attempted to light a small campfire under the laundry, which is now the kitchen. Looking back that doesn’t seem like a particularly good idea either.

I still love this house and I think about it all the time. Fortunately most of my ideas are a little more sound these days.

Images courtesy Ilse Evans, Harcourts Takapuna.


Sep 6th at 2PM / 0 notes
I saw this image on the net and was transfixed. When I came to I immediately knicked it from the excellent Style Salvage blog and posted it up. What is so special about this photo? Look at the colours. Autumnal orange & brown mixed so beautifully, the perfectly matched checks on the sleeve head and breast welt, the roped crown (the puffed up bit where the sleeve meets the shoulder) the rounded shirt collar under a schoolboy knotted tie and that spectacular kerchief so perfectly placed. It adds opulence to such a vintage look. I am in awe of this.

I saw this image on the net and was transfixed. When I came to I immediately knicked it from the excellent Style Salvage blog and posted it up. What is so special about this photo? Look at the colours. Autumnal orange & brown mixed so beautifully, the perfectly matched checks on the sleeve head and breast welt, the roped crown (the puffed up bit where the sleeve meets the shoulder) the rounded shirt collar under a schoolboy knotted tie and that spectacular kerchief so perfectly placed. It adds opulence to such a vintage look. I am in awe of this.


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