1. The great Danbert Nobacon appeared in public in a brown leather skirt, and looked great; the sarong showed dangerous signs of becoming the New Lad’s favoured beachwear. And then someone told me that kilts were about to make an appearance in Jigsaw's men’s shop. I was down there the same afternoon; there was quite a scrum, and, by now, I understand that they can’t be had for love or money. You certainly feel you are taking your life in your hands the first time you walk out of your front door in it. It’s a very strange feeling indeed; it makes you walk in a completely different way, a sort of aggressive stomp; you have to learn a new way of sitting; it makes you feel that everyone is staring at you, which of course they are; and, weirdly, it gives you a strong feeling of confidence. Nobody messes with a man in a skirt; in London, I suppose there is a sense that picking on anyone because of what they are wearing exposes you as uncool. And perhaps even lads out on a Friday night quickly come to the conclusion that anyone who goes out dressed like that must be quite incredibly hard. A photographer wolf-whistled me as I was going into a London Fashion Week party, but I prefer to think that was genuine appreciation. On the whole, people make three comments. The first is: “Are you wearing any underwear?” To which the only proper response is “Why? Are you?” The second, more learned, is: “Of course, if you think of the whole range of cultures, the skirt is as much a male garment as a female one. Think of Greece.” - Nobody messes with a man in a skirt, The Independent, October 16, 1998.
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