What does a man awkwardly posing in a crinkly overcoat think about? Upon first glance at these images, I imagine you’d assume thoughts of a bookish and scholarly nature. The Bashar al-Assad vs ISIS conundrum perhaps? The apparent futility of western climate change measures? The technological road to perpetual human consciousness?
In fact surprisingly, I was thinking about Call of Duty Black Ops 3. And how shit I am at it.
Indeed, as I’m pictured, manfully staring off into the distance, scratching my chin and attempting to tell a narrative through cloth, by brain is weighing up the relative merits of the Vesper submachine gun vs the HVK-30 assault rifle, in relation to my preferred run-and-run strategy. The Vesper being of course lighter, with a much faster fire rate, while the HVK-30 is slower, but with greater stopping power. It’s a toughy.
I suppose you might be marginally more interested in my pictured textiles than my ponderings on a child’s toy. And to that end, I’m happy to say I’m wearing a deliberately creasy overcoat from YMC’s S/S collection: grabbed for 30 quid in a recent sample sale.
To provide warmth, I’ve got a heavy wool Han Kjobenhavn overshirt which I picked up on a recent trip to Paris and a floppy beanie from The Superior Labor. And just as a stylistic point of interest, I’m completely not fucking with the whole dinky beanie thing – you know the sort, too small, too tight and fully ear exposing. Too much like a ‘trend’ to my mind, and a preposterously impractical one at that.
For anyone interested I’m also wearing some Perks and Mini chinos and the first pair of Yuketen boots I ever bought. They are still going strong. Which is more than I can say for my enthusiasm for Call of Duty. There are only so many times a grown man can get spawn-killed by a 12 year old boy and called a ‘faggot’ before calling it a day.