When you’re prowling around in a hat with a big lace on the top, there can be a number of outcomes.

People can look at you funny. The unimaginative could shout, “oi lace head“. While, the more cerebral might enquire as to the function of a hat that opens on the top and laces up for no apparent reason. On my recent prowl in a hat with a big lace on the top, none of these happened. I’m particularly pleased no one asked me to explain the functionality of my new headpiece. Because I don’t know. It just is. It just is and it just does. Also, it just is, on sale at The Bureau here if you’re interested.

The rest of my getup deploys a few new weapons.

My boo kindly dropped on this OTHER/Shop overshirt for me for Christmastide. It’s from the store’s own label and is a significant piece of raw denim. I’m double-down with the mid-way pocket placement. It’s a brilliant example of clothing for the current age – not quite a shirt, not quite a jacket – perfect for hanging in coffee cabins beating ‘creativity’ into your suite of Apple devices. I’m so on fucking point with that lifestyle.

I grabbed these Folk trousers from a sample sale late last year. 40 odd quid and tenner to a tailor to get them hemmed right and they were good to go. I think they’re from a few seasons back, but the grey fleck wool is still strong and they make a decent counterpoint to the raw denim.

Casualing things out, I’m busting some box fresh Eytys – knobbled for a knockdown from OTHER/Shop and a grey wool, Gant Rugger gillet I swagged last winter.

What do you think? I’m going for a look that says, hey, I’m approachable, I’m interesting, I’ve got stuff to say, just don’t ask me about the hat, cos I don’t got the answers you need bruh?