King & Tuckfield

Our Story

“What you wear says a lot about who you are and where you’ve come from.”

That certainly rings true for our founder Stacey, who, inspired by the colourful stories of her own family history and equipped with more than a decade of experience developing fashion brands, decided it was time to fulfil a lifelong ambition and launch King and Tuckfield.

History is woven throughout the collection, which is heavily influenced by the two family members who gave us our name, Stacey’s Grandmother; Joan Marion King, and Father; Graham Aubrey Tuckfield. We mix inspiration from the 1950’s with a modern elegance and meticulous workmanship.

We are obsessed with quality materials, particularly Merino and Denim and every fabric and trim is carefully curated to contribute to our evolving narrative.

Our hope is to become part of a new generation of memories as our collection is worn day in day out, by our very discerning and modern followers.

Joan Marion King

Joan Marion ʻGrammaʼ King was as eccentric as she was elegant. An understated lady, she started her life in the Essex town of Loughton, after her pregnant mother returned from Malta where her husband served on HMS Marion in the war. Along with the baby in her belly, she carried a yellow canary in a wicker cage, a gift from her husband to keep her company until his safe return. But it was not to be, he was killed by a mine explosion in the Mediterranean.

Joan grew up in the grey, dark years of East London as the shadows of the war drew to a close. Amidst those hard years she discovered dance. Imagine her peach slippers running through the shell pockmarked houses of Bloomsbury Square on the way to ballet class, white wool wrap over her shoulders, a leather bag bursting with feather soft tulle petticoats. This love of satin ribbons, the smell of the resin box, the opening bars of the piano accompaniment inspired her to open her own ballet school where she taught her daughters and granddaughters to dance later in life.

Graham Aubrey Tuckfield

Graham Aubrey Tuckfield struts the streets of Harrogate in his gleaming shoes and perfectly tailored suit, with the keys to his Rolls Royce jiggling in his hand. The car was his prized possession, long dreamt of in the black of long shifts down a Yorkshire mine. His perfect swagger was thanks to years of ballet dancing from the age of seven and time enlisted as a paratrooper in the Second World War, when he swapped identities with his cousin to make him old enough to serve.

Graham worked in the mines before and after the war for over 25 years, but dusted off the soot to follow his true passion; dance, where he soon met Joan’s dancing daughter. Stacey's mother.