If there’s one clear failing with modern shirting it is that it does the job of covering the torso too well. No ambiguity, just comprehensive and complete concealment. Was it once decided by a global cabal of shirt makers that shirts must run uninterrupted from… Read More
As someone who never entirely graduated from their petulant, needy, self-obsessed teen years, I remain drawn to the highfalutin world of the avant-garde. Is it too much to ask for everything in my world to be progressive to the point of unacceptability? Clothing, art, literature,… Read More
I’m broadly ambivalent about the arrival of summer. As far as I’m concerned it just offers up another flavour of extreme weather. Agreed, constant drizzle sucks. But so does being roasted alive like a pagan sacrifice. I’ve never understood the UK’s passion for perching outside… Read More
It’s possible many of you are panicking. Lockdown is over and you’ve forgotten to buy a humungous oversized fit covered in a Muay Thai fighters. I know right. You had one thing to do throughout the last twelve months and you’ve left it to the… Read More
Every now and again there’s a Junya piece that makes you wish you had enough money to buy Junya. Why it is always even more expensive than Comme mainline remains a riddle? Like a slightly more elaborate Needles Rebuild, this jacket twists familiar military tropes… Read More
Anxiety. Screen fatigue. No sleep. Complicated jackets. White Rats III by Broken English Club — metallic banging and despair. Lukewarm Nescafé and cigarettes. It’s almost time for work again.