To get a pair of Trickers made specifically for you costs £650. Now understand, this isn’t fully bespoke. This isn’t a last with your name on it hanging in the workroom. This is you simply choosing a standard size, a style, the leathers or suedes… Read More
The following tells the ‘story’ of me wanting a bacon sandwich and then going to have a bacon sandwich. As narratives go, I’ll admit, it’s weak. However, it does give me the opportunity to debut a pair of green Trickers. I picked them up at… Read More
I have little interest in becoming a carpenter. I mean, if it was a choice between being a dude in a fluro vest who walks up and down trainlines in the rain, or tarmacs the road, or stands in the street with a SALE sign,… Read More
I don’t need these boots. But I’d have them. If someone gave them to me, I’d have them definitely. I don’t need them. I don’t need anything. But as the festivus bares down on us, undercarriage heavy with baubles, rich meats and rum soaked sultanas,… Read More
If I could just be in Japan. Just be there. Immediately. It’s unlikely, because I’m sitting in Peckham. But it’d be real handy if I was just there. Now. Without the walk, wait, bus, wait, train, wait, plane, wait, train, walk bit in the middle.… Read More
