Life at the apex of modern menswear is not without its challenges. New shoes that start to rub ten yards out the door. Realising you’re the only one dressed like a Pyrenees goat herd at the leaving drinks. Stuff on websites that is clearly wrongly… Read More
I know I’m grinding my teeth. My eyes are darting about like panicked flies. I can’t stand still. My head is boggling with mental arithmetic. I want to boot up the HSBC app, but I can’t. Not here. I’m in a small but expensive shop… Read More
Something about a nine litre bottle of Whispering Angel. Someone says, “calanques.” An endless coach ride. Irregular paving stones. A fountain chatters in the darkness. Waiting for the lift. Why is the carpet covered in Tyrells? There’s a nobility in drunkenness. Particularly in France. But… Read More
I know I can be prone to a mildly nihilistic outlook. But everywhere I turn these days, the spectre of tragedy is prodding me with his scythe. One minute the world is going to burn, the next drown. Capitalism, it is broadly agreed, will be… Read More
It’s been a minute. Sorry about that, I completely forgot who I am and what I’m meant to be. The pitiless inferno that’s been roasting us all alive has incinerated my personal style. I no longer know what to wear, when or even how. I… Read More
