So, on Saturday night I attempted to inject some Spring buoyancy into a chilly night at Peckham Springs. My chosen medium, corduroy. Specifically a SS15, burnt red, jacket from Albam. I was still savagely cold. Not surprising really, there’s no such thing as ‘Spring buoyancy’. It’s just a meaningless phrase. What actually happened was, I wore an angry red jacket, drank enough cocktaily drinks so I didn’t feel self-conscious in it and snapped a few stylish locals. Witness.