I do sometimes feel like a right pair of penises doing these shots. I mean, what business have I to be grimacing out at you, in a jacket that looks like it was tailored by Jame (“It puts the lotion in the basket”) Gumb? No… Read More
I find it hard saying goodbye to clothes. After all, you take a journey together. From box-fresh pride, through multiple washes and cleans (that never quite reproduce the original veneer) to eventual abandonment. At one time, every piece I bought, was my favourite thing. Fleetingly,… Read More
Why are people such wang lords? You know people. You’ve seen them around. Nibbling the lips off a kebab in the street. Stumbling in cheap heels and cackling with laughter. Openly urinating in an alley where passers by can see them. Where small children with… Read More
Moods change. They swing with the vigor of fairground rides and 70s suburban couples. One minute everyone’s peg legging about in skinny trews then (a scant 10 years later) bells like me start proclaiming a renaissance in wider slacks. Those aware of Oliver Spencer’s upcoming… Read More
Grocery shopping. Bores-malors. Going to get stuff that sits in fridges and cupboards is double dull. Other shoppers are always waddling around, with their broken trolleys and big bodies. They’re always getting in the way. Always looking at the bacon when I want to look… Read More
If you’ve you’ve already heard of MKI Miyuki-Zoku then you’re rocking pretty strong in the #menswear game. Or you live in Leeds.
