This post disgraces me. I have always considered Birkenstocks a sartorial abomination. A serpent’s seed, the fetid progeny of a demonic bumming between some danish clogs and a pair of Crocs. They’re for people who call ‘thinking about stuff’, ‘spirituality’. They’re for people who ‘like… Read More
Look out the window. I bet you see a dude in a stripy T-shirt. Unless you don’t. In which case, keep looking. Seen one yet? No. Keep looking until you do… See, told you. They’re everywhere. British blokey-blokes, marching around provincial towns, are only allowed… Read More
You see something online. You look at it often. It’s on your mind. It just won’t leave you alone. By day, it’s within you, a symbiotic tug of war between desire and reason. By night it’s on you, a succubus, leaving you drained, vulnerable, ripe… Read More
God I hate myself for this. So, yeah, I just watched The Graduate for the 25+ time. And I found myself being reminded just how aces it is. Even though I already knew. Of course I knew, I’ve seen it a stupid amount of times.… Read More
You may have noticed. At certain times of the year it gets a bit warmer. When this occurs, a bro must address the mishaps of last summer’s wardrobe to see what can be salvaged. He must root amongst the stained, the frayed, the creased and… Read More
