Why are people such wang lords? You know people. You’ve seen them around. Nibbling the lips off a kebab in the street. Stumbling in cheap heels and cackling with laughter. Openly urinating in an alley where passers by can see them. Where small children with… Read More
Why do people only check in on Facebook at places they think will impress others? On my feed, the amount of times I’m told ‘so-and-so’ is at ‘Soho House in Shoreditch’, or ‘whats-and-such’ ‘arrived in Prague’, is starting to reek of high-order bellknobbery. I mean,… Read More
Moods change. They swing with the vigor of fairground rides and 70s suburban couples. One minute everyone’s peg legging about in skinny trews then (a scant 10 years later) bells like me start proclaiming a renaissance in wider slacks. Those aware of Oliver Spencer’s upcoming… Read More
So, let me take you on a tale. I was rocking a pair of boozes last night, with my boo and her friend. It was all shapes of chilly in London town’s fashionable London’s Soho. We were squatting outside, so this bro could get his fumeur… Read More
I didn’t buy this red coat in homage to a certain 1973, Donald Sutherland occult thriller – irrespective of the heavy-handedness above. I bought it because, like most garms, I saw a pic online of some bro looking sharp in one and I wanted to… Read More
You know when you’re browsing the sales and you find something you like? But then you notice there’re loads of them left. In every size and all the colours. Is that good or bad?
