I’m finding the illustration on these socks oddly prescient. All that’s missing is a dusting of nuclear fallout on the top of the tent and a couple of unnaturally hairy children fighting over a badger carcass. My patience is over. Last night hoards of turnip-faced… Read More
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There are statement socks and statement socks
The ‘statement sock’ game is one riddled with peril. I was following a dude up the stairs on the Underground the other day. I’m not saying he was a primo clothesman, but he was neat enough; mostly in black and grey: trim trousers, simple shoes,… Read More
A personal statement of political dissent
Look deep into the weave of this Anonymous Ism hosiery and see despair. Feel the radiation sickness begin to itch. Sense the crushing impermanence of love. Watch as the vapours, diseased and haunted, rise from the whorl of the River Styx. These socks are cotton… Read More
A surgical scraping from a student’s social feed
The Inbetweeners, series two, episode four, original broadcast date 23 April 2009. It’s the one where they go to the central London club. It’s the one where Neil keeps saying, “no problemo”. Result: national hilarity ensues. Fast forward to now. London based clothier Aries produces… Read More
I don’t want to be standing next to you in the same T-shirt
The Spring drops from Japanese brand Blue Blue Japan seem to be larger in European stores than in pervious seasons. Not sure if this is a good thing or not? On the one hand, it’s easier for me to grab a couple of pieces. On… Read More
Nothing specifically to do with being off your swede
Patrons of a certain age will look at these and think acid house. Acid house socks. Thing is they’re not. I mean, the association isn’t intentional. The Japanese artisan obsessives Kapital are always riffing off the smiley; on jackets, shirts, knitwear, whatever. To them, it’s… Read More