The nocturnal urban forest is home to dark denim, dark wool and dark cotton. Browns, blacks greys and navys – fuck, the city at night is samey. So be the bro in this. A dot of alabaster. A pearly, super-heroic singularity. Like a lone Mini… Read More
I know nothing about ‘sneakers’. I don’t know whether I’m supposed to like these or not? I mean, I think I like them? But they’re by Clarks? But they look like sneakers? And End sell them? But then End sell Fred Perry?
Do you find the flute a bit mainstream? Prefer the sound of the piccolo? Bet you like the mandolin right? Do you shave a bit of bark into your salad? And if you went to Bath, you’d drink the spa water right? And enjoy it.… Read More
My bro (by which I mean my actual brother, rather than my usual despairing attempt to speak street) amuses me. When cooking, he has taken to saying shit like, “now, I’ll just pass it through the oven.” I’m no foodsman, but as I understand it,… Read More
Buying for a bro this Yulemastide? Want to make him grin like his bum cheeks are clamped around a spinning feather duster? Well, you’ve left it a bit late, but I’m here to help. Check my pick of 20 massively cool things you can buy… Read More
So, Mr Frosty is swinging his big dick. It’s all styles of shivers out there right now. Time to get your layering game correct. Personally, I’m gonna hold off on the chunky knits until it gets fully perilous, preferring to multi-up on jacketing. I’m all… Read More
