This week I’ve uncooled myself a number of times. I ordered a cocktail in a scenester bar, bent down to pick up my bag and forcefully struck my forehead on the bar. Customers and bar staff looked at me. I picked up my cocktail and… Read More
If I could make a living posting pictures of me in shirts, scribbling about Japanese rucksacks I’m never going to buy and making jokes about doing a plip-plop in your pants, I totes would. I do, however, have a day gig, during which I make… 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
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
I’m fascinated by Japanese brand Beams. If you’re anything like me, the brand Beams Plus will be familiar from browsing over at Oi Polloi, End and the obligatory Mr Porter. Like me, you may have bought some. But what do you actually know about it?
