On the 24th of Christmas it’s traditional to be thinking of others. Gifts, wrapping, bags of nuts, decorative oranges impaled with cloves… broadly that kind of piss. The committed clothesman however, thinks of himself. Relentlessly refreshing e-store home pages in anticipation that, any second, they’ll… Read More
If this was GQ, they’d probably lead with the practicality of a lot of trouser pockets. You know, multi-media age, you’ve got a tablet, a wallet, some pens, a keyring, a phone (or as it’s GQ, two phones)… You can carry everything. In your trousers.… Read More
In some respects this chemise (for it is French) belongs on a barnacled old beardy, whistling Molly Malone, dragging his crab pot around M&S’s Blue Harbour. In every respect that matters, it does not. This is an invincibly cool shirt. Short, boxy, pale denim –… Read More
After yesterday’s detour into my celebrity infused lifestyle, I thought I’d get back on point by dropping some savage menswear bombs. It’s Spring out there brah. Lose the knotted Scotlandian weaves. Fold up those jumbo cords. Take your parka out to the woods and shoot… Read More
