I don’t visit Trunk Clothiers much. When they first opened in 2010, I worked nearby and enjoyed their large selection of trim, considered Italian tailoring, but more-so the irregularities: Comme des Garçons Homme and (if memory serves) even a little Kapital. Those days are gone… Read More
Haven’t we all, at some point, hung around outside a London art gallery, wearing an assortment of imported menswear, attempting to convince passing patrons that the most exciting art isn’t in the gallery, but rather it’s you, it’s what you’re wearing? If I’m not eating,… Read More
In a change from the regular chore jacket, boiled denim and Japanese Americana programming, I offer this for your perusal. It’s fully on the smarter tip. A bit on the grown-up side of things. Almost as though it’s designed for dudes who make money by… Read More
Fuck this dude’s louche. Look at him buttoning up that jacket. Look at that face. He’s got a brain full of microfinance packages and big data. He hasn’t been stuffing his face with pickled walnuts while heckling the Christmas Strictly. He’s a proper grown up… Read More
The perils of the rucksack are as follows. If you over-pack it, your back will ache. If you don’t pack enough, it will slither limply off your shoulders and you’ll have to keep thumbing it back on. If you travel on London public transport, at… Read More
