In attendance, along with Baldock’s mother who received a near-standing ovation by dint of merely existing, were the financially unsettled tailor Ozwald Boateng, the separately seated Fashion East directors Raphaelle Moore and Lulu Kennedy, and our table-mate for the evening Zack Pinsent, a 31-year-old living history enthusiast who only owns and wears garments from the Regency era. At the start of the evening, Zack asked me if I knew why the spines of the forks on the table were facing downward. As it turns out, this was to prevent a lady’s lace sleeves being pierced by impertinent cutlery, at a time when such things were de rigeur. A very interesting aside largely useless today, something Pinsent is very well versed in. (He also had a sharp attachment on his shirt upon which he hooked his napkin, like a kind of dandy Inspector Gadget).
A man dressed in impossibly noticeable regency garb - high collared waiscoat, ruffy shirt, cravatt, tight pants and knee high riding boots - is holding a fan in the foreground, with a tiny circle behind him pointing out the author, tagged with the words "That's me. Can you spot the regency guy?".
Got a proper jumpscare belly laugh from this bit.
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