Why I Stopped Overthinking Festival Outfits (And You Should Too)
First of all, I hate myself for Latitude 2019. Not in the obvious sense; I didn’t turn up wearing brand-new white converse to a muddy field (although yes, I am…
First of all, I hate myself for Latitude 2019. Not in the obvious sense; I didn’t turn up wearing brand-new white converse to a muddy field (although yes, I am…
The saddest place to shop for clothes isn’t Avenue Z midnight drunkwear or Costco’s camo activewear section. It’s the men’s workwear department of your local department store. Those ugly lighting…
A few years ago, I went to a house party in the Cotswolds. It was one of those scenarios wherein someone I knew vaguely would send me a text along…
When I purchased my first real suit at age twenty-two, it was for the wedding of a college friend. Navy blue. Brooks Brothers. Off-the-rack, with sleeves approximately one inch too…
I’m standing in Bergdorf Goodman – the temple of Old Eastern Establishment wealth staring me straight in the face – when I witness it. A man trying on $3,000 boots.…
Somewhere, right this second, someone is frantically Googling “smart casual,” open-applications Excel spreadsheet tabs upon tabs full of pubs with bottomless Sundays hovering ominously over their browsers. Who invented smart…
The British love affair with rain isn’t going so well, is it? If by “love affair” we mean: “something that’s constantly there but you’re too frustrated by it to break…
There’s a pub in Mayfair that I sometimes find myself in after press events. It’s not one of those themed Tourist-Trap-In-A-Box pubs plastered with union jack flags – more an…
I bought my first legitimately expensive pair of jeans – whatever “expensive” meant when I was a teenager – during my second year at university. Months of penny-pinching self-imposed frugality…
I bought this grey polo at Target. Wait, no. That’s not it. Target shirts autumn apart after two washings. Let me try this again. This matters. I’ve been thinking lately…