The headline statement? It’s a quote from a female model, slash musician, slash artist, whose name I forget. I read it in an interview a week ago. As a model, slash musician, slash artist worthy of being interviewed, I took her statement to heart. I… Read More
First it was Shoreditch. Then Brixton. Now it’s Peckham. Gentrification makes many local people very angry. I live in Peckham and it makes me angry too. I feel like Peckham, right now, at this exact moment, has exactly the right ratio of artisinal coffee shops… Read More
Check this new Eastlogue popover shirt. You’re probably thinking, ‘orange?’ But if, after a second’s consideration, you think ‘maybe?’, then you are almost certainly a gentleman of rare wisdom. Typically many of us gravitate to pieces like this in navy. Navy goes with everything. In… Read More
The block colour pant. You see it frequently, at Junya of course, Kapital and Engineered Garments Workaday. If we define office-boy, entry level ‘flair’ is as wacky socks and ties. And then define the next level of boldness as patterned parkas, Hawaiian shirting – power… Read More
It’s cold. A trip from under my quilt to make a cup of tea demands the constitution of a lifer in a Siberian gulag. Outside it’s white. Stinging flakes of chill. Blizzards, blankets, sleet; it’s proper shit is what it is. The whole of London… Read More
A middle-aged man in corduroy. A knight of the street. Jacket grooved like gently raked sand. Trousers the width of his ego. Shoes as polished as mirrors; reflecting, multiplying his majesty. He moves like a hot panther. He knows what he wants and he’s read… Read More
