As a few sunny shards begin to pick their way through the grim UK winter, a bro reaches for lighter colours. I’ve been combating the dreary weather with lighter trousers, pretty fruitlessly, for some weeks. You know, ‘white in winter’ and all that. It does… Read More
Off down to my local Peckham caffeine trafficker this morning, I was struck by the notion of detail in menswear. High-level trends in men’s clothing (silhouette, cut, cloth, colour) move slowly – certainly in comparison with womenswear. So it is often through the details, the… Read More
You ever make yourself a coffee. Then leave it for a a few minutes. Then forget it’s coffee and think you made a tea. Then take a sip and for a billisecond go, “christ, what the fuck is that?” Then realise it’s coffee? So, anyway,… Read More
Either my boo is insane, or I am. There’s no room for middle ground on this one. I maintain I could get away with this. My boo thinks I am a bell. Thing is, I’m not sure I’m confident enough to risk the 105 coins… Read More
Have you any idea how uninterested I am in your problems? I’m just not at home to glummery or gloomism right now. I’ve got my reasons. Go on, have a read of the brilliant pop-sciencey Wait But Why, on the subject of how many weeks… Read More
This model is too butch for this top. Do girls still call attractive men, ‘a hunk’? Or am I living in the 50s? Anyway, he’s a fucking hunk. Look at his hunkiness. Look at his square shoulders and no beer belly. He’s too Hugo Boss… Read More
