When I first saw this picture posted on The Sartorialist in ’09ish it kind of blew my mind. Ignoring the unfortunate hat, this lad’s conservative outfit of a white oxford, camel crew neck jumper, grey flannels and snuff suede chukka
I love a book. I don’t read that much, but I love a book. In a digital age, good art direction, good writing and good ideas deserve a physical form. With that in mind, I’m starting a series looking at
It’s pissed it down in London yesterday and my mind turned towards towards buying another “proper” umbrella. I had an old one once which I didn’t pay much for and treated pretty badly (with help from the wind, I put
I haven’t shaved properly since I was about 20. Deeply un-ivy, but fuck ivy, I want to look like Paul Newman…
News has just reached that Glenn O’Brien has died! He was of those dressers, well documented on the internet, that I always thought just ‘got it’, you know? One to look up to, for sure.
I’m a bit late on this one, but it’s a banger of an album. 35 minutes of full on Peyote fuelled, Californian surf vibes guaranteed to drag you blissfully away from your English suburban nightmare. I dig it.
So like I said, every time the sun rears it’s beautiful head for even a moment, my mind wanders from London. This lovely little video by the gang behind Copson Street is about a young skateboarder who spends a summer skating