I saw a mouse inside out once. I wasn’t surprised. I’d just thrown a dictionary on it. It wasn’t so much inside out, as it’s insides were out. Turns out the pen is mightier than the sword. Leather bound words are at any rate. Junya… Read More
The dude-powder chugging, Toms wearing douche, will shiver the winter months away, queuing outside Infernos in Clapham, in just his shiny shirt sleeves. Of course, the more refined #menswear head wears shirts too. But his are buried beneath handcrafted Japanese cardigans, sweaters originally worn by… 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
Pants are rarely on my agenda. No euphemism intended. I just hardly consider them. I mean, I wear them. I’m not a newborn baby or a dogmatic naturist. I’m not a highly refreshed Australian, who thinks the funniest thing in the history of funny is… Read More
If you’ve you’ve already heard of MKI Miyuki-Zoku then you’re rocking pretty strong in the #menswear game. Or you live in Leeds.
The perils of the rucksack are as follows. If you over-pack it, your back will ache. If you don’t pack enough, it will slither limply off your shoulders and you’ll have to keep thumbing it back on. If you travel on London public transport, at… Read More
