What do you get if you cross a frat bro’s party shirt with an episode of Ross Kemp’s Extreme World? I dunno, but you’re looking at it. At first glance it’s terrifying. The sort of thing car dealers wear for a night out at Platinum… Read More
Where do you stand on an outfit made entirely from one fabric? Is it, as the old joke has it, as far away as possible? It might be on-trend right now, the whole matching trousers or shorts and shirt or jacket, but I don’t know…?… Read More
I’m being tormented by an ice cream van. It plays a horrifying version of Yankee Doodle. Up and down. All day, every day. Clang, clang, jangle, jangle. Like it’s being scratched out by a wind-up monkey with two screwdrivers and a steel drum. Do I… Read More
Oh the poetry of the male mating ritual. The steamed mirror, air heavy with Paco Rabanne Invictus, the restless hum of the WAHL grooming clippers; it’s a meticulous program of necessity. Without such preparations, the male risks going unnoticed, neglected in favour of other, more… Read More
Neither one thing or the other, but weirdly effective for it, this blazer/coach jacket hybrid from N.Hoolywood is killing it for me right now. Yes, you’ve got some freaky wet-suit like material going on, and a cropped blazer silhouette that brings to mind the stage… Read More
A navy T-shirt right? Well, yeah. And completely not. It’s 147 quid for a start. So, assuming you’re a rampant consumer of menswear with surrealistic price tags, you’ll find this fact simultaneously pleasing and displeasing. Pleasing because, well, you’re not the kind of bro to… Read More
