Mike, my neighbour and fellow dad-texter-extraordinaire, sent me a text last week asking for some shopping advice. Around 10 PM he texts me a picture of two polo shirts. One…
My dad dusted off his Barbour jacket last month. One he’s had since I was in primary school. Wax was wearing off at the elbows and the corduroy collar had…
Look, let’s lay my prejudice on the table right up front – I started this project with a heavy chip on my shoulder. For years, I’ve made my living writing…
I arrived at my interview for a corporate law position feeling pretty good about myself. I wore a charcoal grey suit, painstakingly selected at Men’s Wearhouse. I had spent an…
The first time I attended London Fashion Week wearing something that passed for business attire – I’d actually managed to acquire press credentials by this point rather than bumbling about…
It was about three years ago when I committed what my mother would’ve referred to as “a poor decision.” I wore dark jeans, a white button-up, navy blazer, and white…
Ok, look. Full disclosure here: when I first started caring about my style I didn’t think men wore overcoats. Like, at all. In trendy Old Navy-esque fashion that I sported…
Admit it. Clothes shopping at charity shops wasn’t something that came naturally to me. 25 years of suit-wearing at the office. Building up a quality wardrobe. Paying for tailor-made shirts.…
I was flicking through a men’s style supplement (one of those free sheets that’s been mistakenly ejected from the Sunday paper and that every mannequin in the world wants to…
I was waiting at Piccadilly Circus last Tuesday and there was a gaggle of tourists stood miserably beneath the screens, absolutely soaked to the skin. The weather had changed from…