It’s difficult to express just how much I don’t enjoy being photographed. On the one hand, I think these kind of posts add a little variety in-between the usual ‘look at this Japanese thing, it’s weird and expensive, I’m not sure if I like it… Read More
It’s not as easily as it looks being a man of style. Women want to be with you, men want to be inside you. In many respects it’s like being a Hollywood star, or a headlining musician, or like, a famous pop-scientist. Actually, it’s like… Read More
Do people still photograph themselves next to signs? Juxtaposing themselves with a day-to-day functional message in the hope of creating something amusing? I’m trying and failing above. ‘Caution, Uneven Surface’? What does that even mean in relation to me in this image? Nothing. That’s what. No… Read More
There’s nothing like spending the morning swinging a bag around, feeling like a stack of knobs. People walk past, smirking at you. Then the bloody clouds move, the sun comes out and you start boiling in your poorly judged woolly jacket. There’s beading under your… Read More
When the sun blazes, personal style falls fallow. It’s hardly surprising. Firstly, with only two months of warmth a year, who wants to drop tonnage on papery, summer garb? Secondly, no matter how gauzy your styles, when shit gets tropical, your body weeps like an… Read More
You may have noticed. At certain times of the year it gets a bit warmer. When this occurs, a bro must address the mishaps of last summer’s wardrobe to see what can be salvaged. He must root amongst the stained, the frayed, the creased and… Read More
