It’s cold. A trip from under my quilt to make a cup of tea demands the constitution of a lifer in a Siberian gulag. Outside it’s white. Stinging flakes of chill. Blizzards, blankets, sleet; it’s proper shit is what it is. The whole of London… Read More
When I was young they were tanktops. Now they’re popovers. Or pullovers. Or just vests. Tanktops they are not. They’ve got zips and poppers on the shoulder, they’re rendered in a huge variety of fabrics and if you spend much time poking about Japanese menswear… Read More
1970s flight steward. Lawrence Oates high on his own gangrene. An ostentatious viking. Squint and you can see them all in this insane gilet from Kapital.
As non-essential essentials go, this is right up there. Unless, I guess, you’re actually into hunting? Like, actually shooting, spearing or snaring living beasts for fun. If that’s your bag, would you mind leaving this site, you’re a 1000% prick. If on the other hand… Read More