Within certain pieces of heritage outerwear you’ll find a ‘poacher’s pocket’. A sizeable pouch, designed, so it’s said, to conceal pilfered game or fish. What you’re looking at is not a poacher’s pocket. But rather a regular shirt pocket, stuffed with the apparent remnants of a cock fight. This is 215 quid by the way.
At the risk of sounding less like a passionate menswearist and more like a Daily Mail reading curmudgeon, I can’t help wondering how you’d clean it? I hope all the dead bird bits just clip off. Otherwise you’ll be signing a damage waiver down at the dry-cleaners.
I suppose I should be more concerned by how stylish it looks to have a mangled aviary attached to your shirt. And while it might upset plumage fans, I’m not entirely sold on this Maison Flaneur number. And by not entirely, I mean not. From a purely design sense, it just looks like a neat short-sleeved shirt with a pocketful of feathers. Feathers that would get in the way of me lopping my cellular device in there. Then again, take the feathers away, and you’re left with basically a Cos shirt. I’m beginning to think this works for me on precisely no levels.
You’ve got to be a gullible twat to buy that shirt.
Bare sniggers after you’ve bought it, peaking at hysterical when you leave the shop, turnout.
For that reason it’s ace.
Truth. Handy if you have a need hook a trout and find yourself all out of fly-tying supplies though.