If by chance, due to the improbable machinations of a pulp romantic novel, a 17th century Duke had to masquerade as a straw-chewing ploughman, because he’d been duped by a corrupt Cardinal into ordering his Mum to the Judus Wheel and there’d been a public… Read More
Buying for a bro this Yulemastide? Want to make him grin like his bum cheeks are clamped around a spinning feather duster? Well, you’ve left it a bit late, but I’m here to help. Check my pick of 20 massively cool things you can buy… Read More
If I lived in NYC I’d be making a nuisance of myself in Gentry on the reg. Esemplare, Needles, Nanamica, Cabourn, The Superior Labor – no doubt, their roster is rapaciously on point. But while browsing Gentry’s latest drops on my computerised system, it wasn’t… Read More
Film night with my boo is battle of wills. I maintain the only film she wants to watch is called ‘Terminally Ill Duvet Girl and the Cake Bakers of Sweetbread County‘. So my boo puts on a gruff dude’s voice and shouts, “Terminate them! We’ve… Read More
V-necks. Most often spotted adorning the generic sales professional. Frequently they’re framing a Christ-awful Thomas Pink candy-stripe shirt. And they’re worn snug, so as to require of the wearer a perpetual state of inhalation – lest any targets of amorous intent witness the true tumescence… Read More
It’s getting glacial out there people. And no doubt you’ll be giving Uniqlo and Muji some play for warmer basics. Nuttin’ wrong there, a simple, woollen navy crew is a smart (and cost effective) foundation for Our Legacy blazering, or a Blue Blue Japan chore.… Read More
