by Charlotte Husson November 10, 2024

The Blazer

Jeans, trench coats, barbour, tartan… our British friends have long been at the origin of decisive breakthroughs in our world of fashion. Today, in the little book that we dedicate to the legendary clothes of our wardrobe, let's open the page of the Blazer, my favorite piece of a self-respecting wardrobe, the one that dresses up an outfit in all circumstances.

Certainly, Madame Marie Rucki , my admirable mentor at Studio Berçot (a fashion design school where I learned my trade a long time ago), was right to appreciate in our neighbours across the Channel this innate sense of creative eccentricity, quick to surface in the midst of a very controlled impassiveness. That's style! The Blazer is no exception to this unwritten rule.

At the end of the 18th century, Lord Spencer, Admiral of Her Majesty, decided to name his line of ships after his little dog.

This one was called Blazer, from the verb "to blaze" which means nothing less than "to ignite" or "to blaze".

Facing the open sea, its perils and any enemy, does not prevent one from having good attire, quite the contrary. The sailors of the Blazer were distinguished by an impeccable outfit, consisting of a blue, fitted and double-breasted jacket, decorated with 6 gold buttons. Soon adopted by most sailors in the world, the Navy Blazer became the standard.

And then, at the risk of repeating myself, as we saw with the Trench Coat and the Jean , fashion, the Belle Époque, the crackling carefree spirit between the wars, appropriated the Blazer to offer it a less maritime but no less flamboyant destiny according to the trends that come and go. The Beatles in their early days went on stage strapped into their blazers. The Stones, between two acid trips, wore them on occasion. Gainsbourg hardly took them off except to sleep, and did he even sleep? The same for Bob Dylan. Andy Warhol immortalized the Blazer-blue jeans mix. The chakras of the stylists were wide open to give free rein to their reinterpretation of the blazer.

Saint-Laurent, who himself wore it with elegance, was obviously one of the greatest interpreters of the blazer in the feminine register.

You've known Albert and Marcel for a long time, our must-haves created and released since October 2018, they were quickly joined by a newcomer who won you over, can you guess which one I'm talking about? I didn't have the temptation to call him Michka for a single moment, as a nod to Admiral Spencer's little dog Blazer. We can't honestly name a marine-themed garment after the only Golden in the creation who fears the sea and waves, no!

Our Blazer is called Edgar, in homage to the immense Edgar Morin, thinker of complexity and tireless observer of the notion of serendipity which is dear to me.

– you know, my tarte Tatin, symbol of an accident transformed into success –

Here is also the page of confessions. Our blazer has its origins in an intimate founding act. More than ten years ago, I had already spotted, in my father's wardrobe, a tweed blazer in autumn colors from the Scapa of Scotland brand. Pretending that I had never seen him wear it, I confiscated the object, without opposition, to give it new life in another form. After a few alterations and adjustments, this Blazer became mine. It suited me, and still suits me, divinely.

Don't look for any Oedipus complex in this capture of my father's blazer, but you can certainly see in it an initial act of zero-waste recycling that would become the eco-responsible backbone of Mister K., and above all an essential archive, at the origin of all my lines of thought and creation.

Take care of yourself, above all.

The Blazer

Edmond

Edgar

Edmond

Edgar

Albert

Edmond

Edgar

Marcel