My name is Stephen Pierce and I use the Inch-Master. God, it feels good to say that out loud. For the uninitiated, the Inch-Master is not (as you might reasonably assume) some form of penile vacuum (if anything I need a reduction, etc… etc…) but… Read More
It’s good to get out of your comfort zone they say. Try something different, push the boundaries. On the other hand apparently it’s all about personal style, finding what makes you comfortable and sticking with it. I’ve never quite reconciled these two perspectives. Our culture… Read More
From the unconsciously drab to the unconscionably lean. For a garment so universal, jeans run a remarkable spectrum. In recent memory alone, the denim pant has cycled from laughable ultra-wides, courtesy of 90’s sidewalk botherers JNCO, to today’s similarly hulking, but rather more straight-faced, Needles… Read More
“You must go for a walk”, says my chiropractor, “every day.” He’s is wearing a hazmat suit, he looks like one of the scientists at the end of ET. “I do go for a walk every day”, I lie, as I squeeze past him to… Read More
Yesterday I realised I don’t wear jeans. I thought I wore jeans. I have jeans. But now I can’t remember the last time I actually put any on. I have never seen my father in a pair of jeans. In my formative years I learned… Read More
Can you capture the dusty riddles of the American west in a trouser? Los Angeles denim evangelists, Dr. Collectors are up for the challenge. Even if the results are straight from a Baz Luhrmann remake of Paris, Texas.
