For all the talk of Comme des Garçons as a pioneer of the unfamiliar, their patchwork shirt is a oft repeated signature. Season after season, in the SHIRT line, at Junya Watanabe, at Homme Deux and, as we see here, at Comme Homme. Thing is,… Read More
If there’s one thing that keeps me up at night, it’s the tedium of knowing, come morning, I’ll have to yet again face a pair of shoes with laces in their predictable place, on the front of a shoe. On they go, down I’ll bend… Read More
To explore the labyrinthine corridors and staircases within Peckham’s Bussey building is to enter a blood red torment worthy of Dario Argento. Eroded over time by incalculable bumps and scrapes, now the paint seemingly weeps from the guts of the building. Hollow and cold, the… Read More
If you buy this shirt, the last thing you should do is wear it. It’s so cool it’s disgusting. Just having this shirt, at home, in your closet is enough. Friends will know how irritatingly cool you are, even if they’ve never seen you wear… Read More
I can get behind this. Up top, it’s strictly business. Lapel heaviness. Shit, you could throw a tie under that and get your solemn on at a funeral. Down below there’s fire of a different kind with polyester half sleeves and elasticated cuffs. This goes… Read More
I remain resistant to the concept of the sandal. I don’t own any. I’ve never worn any. And yet there are two influences which may combine to finally push me into sandalism. Firstly, the sun’s starting to poke out. Secondly I’m convinced sandals are one… Read More
