High Society

The Rake uncovers the trove of self-expressive gems found in the pockets of the world’s most stylish man. Photographed at the Mount Street shop of his friend Mariano Rubinacci, we caught up with Nick Foulkes to discover what artefacts populate his personal universe of style.
High Society
Inspired and inspiring barometer of all things elegant, the Oxford- educated author and celebrity journalist Nick Foulkes is to the world of artisan hand tailoring and haut de gamme horology what Dominick Dunne is to high-society crime — that is to say, he is the authority. A contributing editor to Vanity Fair and a perennial voice in the Financial Times, GQ and Newsweek, Foulkes is also the author of numerous tomes such as Dunhill by Design, High Society and Dancing into Battle: A Social History of the Battle of Waterloo. While Foulkes may have lent his biographical skill to Count d’Orsay in The Last of the Dandies, he is — resplendent in his Terry Haste suit and Charvet shirt — a living testament to the culture of dandyism being far from vanquished. His writing shimmers with perspective and resonates with wit belied by knowledge of craftsmanship so profound he could teach a class on the subject.
Nick’s gold cigar cutter is  fixed rakishly through his lapel hole and tucked behind his pocket square. It reminds us that he received Havana’s Man of the Year Award in 2007.
The gold tie clip was inspired by one of Nick’s friends, Bruno Capogreco. Nick brought a paper clip to his goldsmith for inspiration.
A money clip retains his lucre.
Nick’s right hand is adorned with bracelets: The blue bracelet is made by the younger of his two sons; the second is of American design but bought in Spain; the silver skulls were a gift from his wife and children — a witty reminder of “Omnia Vanitas”; the fourth one, made from elephant hair and pink gold, he rarely takes off. Foulkes explains, “The only other one I’ve ever seen was owned by a woman who had it made in the 1930s.”
Nick’s cu inks are vintage Nardi.
Nick bespeaks his lovely, slim benchmade shoes at London’s Eric Cook. The pair he’s wearing is 10 years old.
On his right hand, he also wears an 18th-century ring featuring Socrates, whom Nick adores because he was “such a pain in the arse.”
Photography by Munster