Moods change. They swing with the vigor of fairground rides and 70s suburban couples. One minute everyone’s peg legging about in skinny trews then (a scant 10 years later) bells like me start proclaiming a renaissance in wider slacks. Those aware of Oliver Spencer’s upcoming… Read More
I didn’t buy this red coat in homage to a certain 1973, Donald Sutherland occult thriller – irrespective of the heavy-handedness above. I bought it because, like most garms, I saw a pic online of some bro looking sharp in one and I wanted to… Read More
Pig and Rooster. Not a cool name. Journal Standard. Brutally cool. Comme des Garcons, Barena, Nanamica. All, violently cool. Pig and fucking Rooster? Are you wise? Who wants to wear clothes with ‘pig’ in the name. And ‘rooster’, what kind of stupid word is that?
You know when you’re browsing the sales and you find something you like? But then you notice there’re loads of them left. In every size and all the colours. Is that good or bad?
Grocery shopping. Bores-malors. Going to get stuff that sits in fridges and cupboards is double dull. Other shoppers are always waddling around, with their broken trolleys and big bodies. They’re always getting in the way. Always looking at the bacon when I want to look… Read More
If you’ve you’ve already heard of MKI Miyuki-Zoku then you’re rocking pretty strong in the #menswear game. Or you live in Leeds.
