Standing outside a café in Florence, Italy three years ago. I was nursing an espresso and watching two American men buy aggressively at one of the small clothing stores in…
Based on Instagram, you’d assume every man over 30 in the UK wears head-to-toe Italiantailored suits with beautifully inserted pocket squares or heritage shirts with whisker-layered jeans and clay-baked desert…
The first quality jumper I owned wasn’t something I chose for myself. Lauren bought me a simple navy crew neck six years ago after incessantly complaining that I wore the…
Standing outside The Prince Albert on a Friday evening waiting for Marcus (late as always, still hasn’t changed since university) I noticed them before they even noticed us. It was…
Last Tuesday I was sitting in a midtown coffee shop waiting on a source to arrive for an interview when I saw a man who looked like he’d lost a…
It’s not difficult to think of worse ways to meet your favourite fashion editor than overhearing them describe your suit as resembling “a bin bag cinched at the waist by…
Heat. It’s something the British aren’t equipped to deal with. There I was, one sweltering day many moons ago sat watching an entire finance department wilt before my eyes at…
I noticed Julian browsing in the rails at an Oxfam up Hampstead last month. Julian Chen – fashion director at GQ-style monthly magazine that runs pictures of people dressed as…
Last month I received my first wedding invitation of the year. The dress code: lounge suit. It’s fair to say that my American colleague watched me interrogate our dress code…
Back in 2008, I committed one of festival fashion’s cardinal sins. It was at Glastonbury, and while I won’t mention the colour of my trainers, I will say that they…