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Meet Denzilpatrick, a Sustainable Menswear Start-up Inspired by London’s Kaleidoscopic Culture

Highlight pieces from this first installment include argyle knits assembled ingeniously from recycled cashmere, hand-dyed Irish Aran knits, cool cardigans knit from upcycled polar fleece, a mod-inspired parka in recycled nylon, and some banging rave pants. At a moment where it feels simultaneously wildly brave and potentially inopportune to launch a fresh endeavor, we caught up with Gayle to hear some of the story behind Denzilpatrick.

Luke Leitch: So you’re a South London man, in Peckham. Is that where your grandfathers lived as well?

Daniel Gayle: Well my on my mum’s side they were in Brixton, and my dad’s side they were always in Peckham. Denzil, on my dad’s side, came from Jamaica in 1954 and Patrick came from Ireland with my nan in, I think, 1956. Then my mum ended up going to school in Peckham and met my dad and the rest is history: We’ve been here ever since!

Naming the label after Denzil and Patrick makes it both deeply personal but keeps you out of the authorial firing line, by not using your own name—why have you done it this way?

If I’m completely honest with you, I was really uncomfortable with seeing my name out there! It was quite a nice way to almost detach it from me, even if it is totally about me, my history, and my family. I’m the conduit for these ideas, but it’s not about my ego. It’s about exploring the space and all the things that connect through me. Using this name allows it to be more fantastical from time to time. For example, the first collection is this idea of my two granddads meeting in the ’70s and swapping clothes. When we move forward, you can keep building these kinds of fantasy theoretical scenarios that don’t necessarily have to be about me, but which actually come through my essence, if that makes sense.

Did your grandfathers get on with each other?

No they did not! It was quite interesting! They were very different as men. Denzil was a free-flowing, saxophone-playing man, really creative. Patrick on my mum’s side, he was in the Navy, and did very much more kind of formal, rigid kinds of work. But we’re talking London in the 1950s, early 1960s. One was from Ireland, and the other guy was Jamaican, dark-skinned, so they both had to navigate prejudice. From what my dad tells me that was the common ground they found over a pint of Guinness, the thing that connected them.