I know we had Kapital the other day, but I can’t let this scarf pass by without comment. It’s a double-ender. It’s pulling double-duty. Beyond schizophrenic, this thing’s a doppelgänger and yet there’s only one of it. There’s a Gobelin (historic, French) tapestry on one… Read More
Kapital, the Japanese brand so frequently lauded on these pages, has landed in Peckham. Alpha Shadows has received a huge drop; a no-filler assembly of coats that defy coat hangers, and tops thrashed into revealing their beauty through relentless and arcane washing techniques. There are… Read More
Fed up with wearing your eco-credentials on your sleeve? Try your neck. Little says recycled porridge and a biodegradable personality more than these Kapital neckpieces. As though hewn from the very notion of giving a shit, with a handful of Al Gore’s whiskers woven in… Read More
Usually bros keep their winter coat game locked in a penitentiary of navy and black. I get that. A coat’s large bucks. Broheim can’t be tossing mad-stacks on a fucking tapestry. What happens if you tire of the patterning? Or worse, you start hearing, “Yo,… Read More
Think I’m wearing jeans? Step away my man. These are denim trousers. Salvage denim trousers. These barbarians are so jumbo, so fucking spacious, they don’t fit the jeans category – not least because there are so many pounds of denim involved, you could knock-up two… Read More
This week I’ve uncooled myself a number of times. I ordered a cocktail in a scenester bar, bent down to pick up my bag and forcefully struck my forehead on the bar. Customers and bar staff looked at me. I picked up my cocktail and… Read More
