Picture me. It’ s 7: 30am. Staring at my phone underneath Walmart’s personality draining florescent lights while inspecting a pair of $12 chinos for quality. You ever have an idea…
Last autumn, I ruined a perfectly good pair of brogues hiking in the Lake District. Pretty dumb to think I could traverse soggy slopes in suede shoes. My girlfriend had…
Don’t judge me – it began as a bet. Okay, scratch that. If we’re being completely honest: it started when I was slagging off my friend Marcus for buying an…
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…
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…
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.…
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…
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…