How British Men’s Style Changes from Edinburgh to London
When I first visited Edinburgh I made the mistake of packing as though I were still living in Manchester. It was mid-October: light jacket, standard denim, a pair of those…
When I first visited Edinburgh I made the mistake of packing as though I were still living in Manchester. It was mid-October: light jacket, standard denim, a pair of those…
I love British menswear. I love how much it differs when you leave London. Er, no wait – fuck that. I love how much British menswear differs when you leave…
My dad used to have a saying any time I complained about the price tag on some high-quality item I wanted to buy. “Buy once, cry once.” This was normally…
I think I still know exactly where I was standing when my friend Carlos and I went shopping for the first time together. We’d been lifting weights together for roughly…
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…
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.…
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…
The motivation for this week-long experiment began with my girlfriend telling me I take my intentionally-small wardrobe too seriously. While watching Sherlock reruns one lazy Sunday in February she remarked,…
Disclaimer: I’m about to talk about something I’m extremely self-conscious about. Back in my early festival-going years, I unwittingly dressed up as “trying too hard not to look festivaly” for…