by Charlotte Husson November 10, 2024

The Blazer

Jeans, trench coats, Barbour, tartan... our British friends have long been responsible for decisive breakthroughs in our fashion world. Today, in the little book we're dedicating to the legendary pieces in our wardrobe, we're turning to the blazer, my favorite piece in any self-respecting wardrobe, the one that dresses up an outfit in all circumstances.

Definitely, Madame Marie Rucki , my admirable mentor at Studio Berçot (the fashion design school where I learned my trade a long time ago), was right to appreciate in our neighbors 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, Her Majesty's Admiral, 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 distinguished themselves by an impeccable outfit, consisting of a blue, fitted, double-breasted jacket, adorned with six gold buttons. Soon adopted by most sailors around 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 ever took them off except to sleep, and even then did he 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 et Marcel for a long time, our must-haves created and released since October 2018. They were quickly joined by a new addition that won you over. Can you guess which one I'm talking about? I never once had the temptation to call him Michka, as a nod to Admiral Spencer's little dog Blazer. We can't honestly name a marine-themed garment after the only Golden Retriever in the collection that fears the sea and waves, no!

Our Blazer is called Edgar, in homage to the great 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 –

This 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

Marcel

Albert

Edgar

Albert

Edgar

Edmond

Edmond