A series that i never got round to finishing. But that’s ok. It was a temporary project about temporariness. Matt fielding 2013
#tbt #throwbackthursday looking like the cast of Les Mis in Berlin !! Can’t wait to go back next month!! #berlin #ontour
Developmental images from a new project i’ve started. The working title is ‘Covered in Shells’. I’m no going to delve deep into its meaning as of yet as this is the first images i’ve done really. I’ll just say its inspired by the longing for a happy domestic life in the future.
Decided to invest in this tartan blazer from Topman this season, of course teaming it with a matching shirt just because i could.. #tartan #self #portrait #photography
Hey, I used to have one but I threw it out cos it was too small! I bought it off ebay about 5 years ago, no idea where it was from originally.. Sorry thats not much help.. happy hunting!
Aran (by Matt Fielding)
Possibly the last image from this series I’ve been doing during the change in season. As always keeping it simple, I had to force myself not to add a pop of tartan into this outfit as I think the jumper just needs to make the statement its own as its so chunky. Somehow Managed to site this personal style shoot at the epicentre of a rare bird sighting. Half way through shooting I became surrounded by bird watchers with lenses longer than my arms. Thought I was being papped but was just some bird stealing my limelight.. Might head for something a little different location-wise for my next look so stay tuned over the next couple weeks, and I should be posting bits and pieces on my blog http://mattfielding.co.uk
I wasn’t really sure where to start my kind of style writing so I’m going to begin with a small item which can either make or break a look.
A year ago you wouldn’t have caught me dead wearing socks of any kind. Socks to me were a thing of comfort; a liability that hid at the back of my drawer somewhere until I sustained a nasty blister and was forced to put them on. I think this stemmed from my love of ankle grazer jeans, and the omission of socks giving the (preferably bony) ankle to stick out. Perhaps I was a Victorian woman in a past life- forbidden to expose my ankles i’m now hell bent on showing them to the world and adorning them with tattoos to attract even more attention to them.
Anyway as my allegiance began to inadvertedly switch from casual to formalwear, I started to add socks to my outfits. I think it was the purchase of a handsome pair of brogues a few months back that made me transition to sock salvation complete. The thought of wearing such classic mens footwear without appropriate socks seemed to degrade the shoes, or give that kind of “toddler trying on dad’s shoes” image. A good brogue needs a good sock.
I’d already begun to wear out the only pair of socks i possessed, a chunky maroon pair from Primark that I wore underneath my boots when there was snow on the ground. I decided to go for quality and invested in 3 pairs of 100% cotton from M&S, simply because the multipack by chance came in the three colours my wardrobe is sworn to: maroon, forest green, and navy. Now a day doesn’t go by where I team these socks with my outfits- even in summer I would pull up a pair with shorts and add a belt to give a more formal edge.
When wearing trainers, for example my Nike Blazers or Vans, depending on how I was feeling I would roll up black skinny jeans to just above ankle length and add a white sock to create a bit more of a neater edge rather than the messy jeans/shoe clash. My jeans are usually an awkward length because of my weird legs so its good to roll and pin into place so they stay looking neat.
Even for work where I wear all black, selecting an appropriate pair of black socks and footwear can create layers of detail and character around the ankle area despite being restricted to a uniform top. Sometimes I like to go over-obvious with the whole “smart assistant” look with sleek polished black tassled pointed shoes (which i also get discount for at work!)
Or, if I have a day of moving fixtures and metalwork, I’ll wear my black boots, with an inch of rich black cotton peering over the boot top that you’d see if I happened to be lunging across the store as I often am.
My mother asked me this morning what I’d be doing on my day off. My response? I’d be looking for the perfect pair of tartan socks. She laughed and told me I was an old man. But i’ll be the one laughing down the street when I eventually find the perfect pair i want. I’m so addicted to little pops of tartan this season, (I’m sure it’ll get a blog post of its own sometime soon so i wont go into much detail). I’ve seen a fair few pairs online including a decent pair by Lyle & Scott, but not the perfect ones.
For now the search continues. A whole new array of socks are waiting to be purchased and eaten by my washing machine.
So I’ve been documenting my personal style through photography since 2009 via lookbook.nu but i’ve never really vocalised so much my thoughts behind the images; I’ve as yet just let them speak for themselves.
I’ve come to realise that images can speak for themselves yet there’s so much more that goes into the styling that what is presented in the image. Especially now that today there are so many images out there that are styles carelessly and whilst they may look good they have no substance or thought behind the look. I’ve come to learn this through becoming a conceptual photographer and it has adapted my philosophy towards the way I style myself.
I kind of feel like I shouldn’t delve right into picking apart the latest runway shows or preaching about my current obsessions but I think it’s probably the best way to get started.
Stay tuned, if you’re out there.