Who is Jay Kirby?

The myth, the mystery, the machismo. Jay Kirby is a perennial (not seasonal) evergreen enigma, wrapped inside a centuries-old Oriental Confucian riddle, swaddled in only the finest and most exotic kaleidoscopic fabrics known to man; cashmere being his preferred garment when travelling and lounging between tropical entrepots.

Jay’s erudition is legendary and positively gargantuan, almost incessant. His renown and prowess in all matters considered meaningful know no bounds. His name is whispered across continents from byzantine palaces to ramshackle monasteries and his whimsical style is revered and studied by sartorialists of bygone eras. All the while, his identity remains unknown; shrouded in layer upon layer cake of opacity and international intrigue.

So who is Jay Kirby? To own one of his accessories is to gather but one small insignificant kernel of insight into his labrythine mind. Jay is more a way of life than anything else, an ontology if you like — a state of being. His influence is more to be appreciated than understood.