It’s last Sunday. I find a Comme des Garçons Homme Deux shirt in my size, for half price. Obviously, I must act. Doof. Then my girl spots a Molly Goddard handbag. 50% off again. Doof. I’m worried about my bank balance. Nevertheless, I pull out… Read More
Rationally, I know life isn’t a lookbook. I understand when I buy into Comme‘s enigmatic philosophy, or the caramel minimalism at Studio Nicholson, it’s not going to radically alter my day-to-day. But I can’t help being disappointed when it doesn’t. I’m a romantic (read sucker)… Read More
The footballers of football are footballing a football. No pub lunch today. The topless and loud will impregnate our drinkeries. Monstrous sandalled feet and shiny heads, swilling plastic pints full of England. Listen as you pass. The roars, the ‘oooohs’, the ‘fucking hells’; the death… Read More
Blah, blah hot, blah, blah cloudy. Is it summer yet? Was that a spot of rain? I’ve always found it annoying that the most exciting subject in the world, menswear, is so fundamentally bound to the most eye-rollingly boring British preoccupation, the weather. Do you… Read More
I’m quite used to holding alternative opinions. Pushing against the crowd, drinking the tea, but leaving the biscuit. I think it started when I was about nine, when I decided that English/Australian instrumental rock outfit Sky were cooler than The Clash. I can now see… Read More
I’ve just butchered our newly laid lawn. The rubbish old mower I used chewed up a large area before I’d even noticed. I then bought an extendable washing line, but it doesn’t extend far enough. Our new hose arrived yesterday. I doesn’t reach the bottom… Read More
