These washed-out jeans could be a move for the summer. It’s pleasing to see this tone of denim made into something other than muscle-strangling Love Island-wear. Feel the girth. These are chunky cut, in fact they’re appropriately called, “vast wide-leg jeans.” I dunno whether I’d… Read More
There are rarely any major upheavals in the wallet game. Simple, plain, slim: that appears to the the mandate. I’m currently rolling with a grain leather, tan number from Master-Piece. The use of cash might be on the slide, but you’ve got to have somewhere… Read More
I woke this morning with the full intention of tubing it to Shoreditch High Street, marching to Goodhood, trying these trousers on, convincing myself I could get away with a large (in the absence of an extra large) and buying them. That I didn’t is… Read More
There are two things you can rely on from Swedish modernists Our Legacy. Firstly, every season there’ll be one stand out banger. Secondly, they offer the most unknowingly humorous style shots in the game. Outrageously bushy and boasting the hue of a gangrenous leg, this… Read More
Our Legacy rarely pops up on these pages these days. Partly, I guess, because it’s so widely available. A big turn off for la-de-da label-geeks. But then Our Legacy rarely produce heavy-hitting stand-outs like this furry-as-fuck heater. I have no idea who this dude thinks… Read More
Nothing pretentious to see here. There’s nothing pretentious about walking around Shoreditch. Being photographed, wearing an assortment of global casual-wear. Nothing pretentious at all. Nothing pretentious about cropping your head off the shots so they look a bit more arty. Nothing the least bit pretentious… Read More
