The line between dopeness and looking like a perfect cock is fine indeed. Take this overshirt. It’s by Japanese brand Undercover – a label that suggests membership to the deepest recesses of conspiratorial cool. Can’t afford it? Hard cheese. Don’t understand it? Go back to… Read More
Spend a lot of time sitting on that knackered sofa in your front garden, drinking Strongbow and muttering “fuck” a lot? Course you do. And when you’re not taunting that emaciated mutt on a string, you’re hanging around a phone-box, dolling out rollies to school… Read More
This guy knows what he wants. He wants to stand about in a South Korean suit, a neckerchief and a pair of sneakers. He wants to look quizzically to one side, as though pondering an undetected universal truth. Or a lady’s bottom. Doesn’t matter which.… Read More
Understanding the brand Tender is a bit like understanding fancy cuisine. When a restaurant features ‘chalk stream trout’ I have no idea whether that’s better than just trout? And when it’s served with ‘monksbeard’, I have literally no idea what fucking monksbeard is, but you… Read More
If you’re a blazerman and you don’t own an Engineered Garments Loiter you are not a blazerman. I don’t know how much stock you place in being able to refer to yourself as a blazerman? Probably little. I don’t really care. But if there’s a… Read More
There’s a Comme des Garçons sample sale in Paris. 70% off everything. It runs from the 20-22 of April, at 15 Rue du Cheval Blanc, 93500 Pantin. My girl and I were planning to go. Then we thought about the £200 we’d spend getting there and… Read More
