Easter weekend. A time for familial niceties, stuffing your yak-hole with bargain eggs and hiding impulse purchases from your partner. The latter of course is a year-long pursuit. It just so happens that in the course of writing this execrable round-up of want-want-wants, I took… Read More
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
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
As you will see above, I’m resorting to the textbook juxtaposition of bacon roll and Comme des Garçons wallet. It tells a story see, it’s all about narrative. It suggests a laissez-faire, almost accidental slice of urban cool. Bro’s just having a touch of breakfast… Read More
