Fred Perry belongs in and around Soho. From the mavericks and mods who wear our shirt to world famous jazz clubs and dive bars alike, to our former head office in Golden Square which we called home for decades, you’ve always been able to find the Laurel Wreath on these historic streets.
Legend has it that one night in the mid-sixties, troublemakers exiting the famous Flamingo club scaled a drainpipe and broke into the then local Fred Perry shop. They ignored the tennis goods and went straight for the new coloured shirts in bold colours with contrasting twin tipping in our 5-4-4 ratio. We responded with a new direction, and the polite world of English lawn tennis could only look on in horror as their sport was mugged by youth culture.