The Sergio Tacchinis

This is the pair for the Wimbledon fortnight. You can feel yourself part of the player entourage, pumping your permatanned fist as your boy hits the trademark backhand winner down the line to save the break point. Tacchini himself was the Italian Tennis Champion of 1960, before branching out into bright horizontally-banded ‘casual’ leisurewear and in so doing inadvertently creating a brand that football hooligans would covet during the peak days of terrace violence. It was Liverpool fans who latched onto the label after noting with approval the threads that their Italian counterparts wore for a face-off and for kicking-it-all-off in during European Cup nights. There was more fake Tacchini on market stalls in the 80s than Bolly washing about the wine bars of EC1.

I bought these about six years ago. They were quite inexpensive. I sometimes wear them at the races for the spiv factor, or otherwise when I’m feeling like I want to give off the image of the white-trash pimp.

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3 Responses to The Sergio Tacchinis

  1. makemeadiva says:

    “Sunglasses can be an extension of the message you want to convey to people without being overly bold about it,” says Shifrin. “And they are disposable in that you can have several pairs. If you feel Top Gun today and Audrey Hepburn tomorrow, it can happen. You can be anybody you want without making a huge commitment.”

  2. Stephen Foster says:

    They are a key identity prop, and, of course, they conceal the true indicators of how you’re really feeling.

    In that way you can pump your fist for your boy without him being able to see that you know he’ll lose in the end, and you can still nurse the illusion that you’ll be mistaken for Vitus Garulaitis (sp) while you’re at it.

    Who is Shifrin?

  3. makemeadiva says:

    A flea market diva and stylist. Apparently.

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