When it comes to personal style, the things I like best are minimalism, futurism and bold/Op Art prints (in moderation), all served up with a slight disquiet and sub-culture edge (skinheads seem to feature often, primarily because of my obsession with short hair and the MA-1 bomber jacket shape). Heaven forbid anyone socio- or psycho-analyses that.
Tradition is anathema to me in regards to dressing. Most of the things I love are informed by the past only in the barest sense. Take a spring/summer 2007 Raf Simons short-sleeve shirt, half cotton, half metallic 'foil' fabric; although all of the components have been seen before, the way they have been assembled is totally new. In a world where so much of art and culture is rooted in the past, it is quite thrilling to me that no such shirt had ever existed before in a comparable form until Raf Simons did it. It baffles me why so many people (especially men) go out of their way to delibrately hark back to the past with their clothes, when fashion gives so many easy opportunities to be forward-looking for once.
The thought of dressing up in black tie evening attire horrifies me. I have a real problem with blazers, jeans (unless they're black), chinos, brown shoes, polo shirts, belts, and all number of other 'wardrobe staples' because they somehow seem too rooted in the past for me. There's no rhyme or reason to it, and I'm sure you could find contradictions in my reasons for liking some things over others, but I'm not trying to prove a point here: I'm just describing what goes through my mind when it comes to clothes. The funny thing is, I think all of the things I listed can look great on other people, even though I wouldn't wear them.
Overtly traditional references and visual clutter are the enemies. A tweed blazer on a young man, teamed with a tattersall shirt, pocket square, slim chinos or cords and brown brogues is my personal nightmare. Go out in east London on a weekend morning and you'll see it everywhere on all the cool dudes. Try as I might, I just can't see the appeal of a (closer-cut) version of what granddad used to wear.