The only reason I visit Shoreditch these days is Goodhood. If any non-Londoners are in any doubt, the area’s once progressive reputation is long dead. Menswearists Present went a while back, Sunnysiders is shuttered and if you’re looking for Artwords books you’ll now have to… Read More
If I was making a horror film you know what I wouldn’t do? I wouldn’t include a scene where there’s a TV on in the room showing: A: a vintage horror film. B: some blunt metaphorical foreshadowing. I watched Taiwanese shocker The Sadness the… Read More
It’s the banality that gets me. The miserable margarine-on-toastness of it all. Has it really been two years since I’ve taken a plane? Two years since I last passed through Gatwick’s large intestine. Many of us with a passion for design, art and beauty find… Read More
My name is Stephen Pierce and I use the Inch-Master. God, it feels good to say that out loud. For the uninitiated, the Inch-Master is not (as you might reasonably assume) some form of penile vacuum (if anything I need a reduction, etc… etc…) but… Read More
