When a dude is lucky enough to be invited along to a gathering of twenty or so girls, his steez is inevitably going to take back seat. They’re not there to hear the storied history of a Filson Mackinaw Alaska fit vest. The lineage of… Read More
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Painful human issues won’t be solved by pretending they don’t exist
You know when you’re standing in a bar wearing baggy ecru cords? And no one else is wearing baggy ecru cords? Do you feel like a lord or a lord of cocks?
Oi lace head
When you’re prowling around in a hat with a big lace on the top, there can be a number of outcomes.
Hack me to death with an axe made of speaking
For the serious garbsman, there’s little worse than when some well-meaning soul asks if you got your new kit from H&M. Or Topman. Or Zara. Or, in this regrettable instance, Jack Wills.
If Ginsters made kicks
Like, doctor’s shoes and shit? I’m pretty sure these are worn by dudes who sweep up all the spilled organs and tummy-pipes in operating rooms. You know, porter dudes, looking all swag, carrying around binbags full of lungs. And probably evil 1970s nurses, who smile… Read More
Limpets, seaweed and crumpled pages from old jazz mags
For a brah like me, the whole world is a beach. In many respects, the last place a beach is, is an actual beach. I don’t need sand, waves, crabs and Cornettos. I simply live in a way that combines reckless spirituality, an unorthodox appreciation… Read More