Who’s old enough to remember Scatman John (god rest his soul)? You know him. Produced euro-pop shite in the 90s, wore a daft hat, sported a Bavarian moustache. Well, John always struck me as the type of bloke who was closet flannel wearer and it’s always been my belief that underneath that somewhat bland tailored facade was a statement-shirt wearing prodigy yearning to show off his creative style.
Naturally for the purpose of this post I google imaged Scatman John, and despite coming across an picture of a fake shit entering John’s mouth complete with suggestive references to ‘scat’, I also discovered John was rather partial to a sharp collar.
Speaking of sharp collars, here’s some fall flannels from our favourite autumn/winter shirt-makers Gitman. The blue blanket check and Santa Fe Fleece are well smart, but my ski-ba-bop-ba-dop-bop is the geometrical flannel in blue, gold and red.
(Quickly scans over shirts below then google’s the Scatman devouring a pretend shit)