When a dude is lucky enough to be invited along to a gathering of twenty or so girls, his steez is inevitably going to take back seat. They’re not there to hear the storied history of a Filson Mackinaw Alaska fit vest. The lineage of… Read More
Look at these peoples. They’re in Peckham’s Bar Story. They’re cooler than you. They’d never actually say that though. They’re too cool to use the word ‘cool’. They’re just hanging out, having a drink, hanging about a bit more, having another drink… Fuck that’s cool.… Read More
All Hallows’ Eve. I watched The Babadook – good. Half of The Thing (1982) – obviously astonishing, but my boo couldn’t stomach it, hence only half. And weirdly Damage (1992). I concluded my Halloween watching a naked Jeremy Irons performing the most absurdly gymnastic (and… Read More
So, the only guy that refused to have his picture taken, was strutting about in Hood By Air. What does that say? Anyways, it was the Protein Magazine launch party last week – it might have been Thursday. I dunno, I’m bad with times and… Read More
