Today I have the delight of sharing one of my absolute favourite labels. The most tantalising fragment from a groovy time. Even the font is fab.
But who were Bernard Bowd Jnr. and the 'Scamps'? I can't find out a thing about them but the name has always conjured a mental image closer to a musical act than a design team - the 'Scamps' of course would be up for an interlude of interpretive dance during Bernard's guitar solo. Not just an enchanting label but a superb psychedelic Peter Max style print. The garment itself is an incongruously druidic hooded piece suspiciously close to loungewear, which spends much of its time lamenting that it wasn't incarnated as the mini dress to which its spirit rightfully aspires.
