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…
DISCLAIMER: I work at Uniqlo. This did not factor into my decision making or testing in any way. TLDR: I bought, tried on, and tested every white t-shirt I could…
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…
A decent man I knew once wore a suit to a wedding with the label still attached to the sleeve. Not the little tag on the inside – they mean…
When I first visited Savile Row at the age of 19 I was terrified. I’d persuaded the features editor of my student magazine that I was the best person to…
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…
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…
There’s a guy. We see him at industry events all the time. He comes to London wearing head-to-toe Burberry. I mean DAY-GLO BURBERRY. Logo bombardment Burberry. We refer to him…
There is something unique about British optimism. We persist stubbornly against hope with delusions of sunnier days. You can see it best when we BBQ in the UK. The lawns…
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…