It's Called Art
Look It Up
Something out there in the universe will always tick your box. When I ran out of inspiration this week, I went to the Royal Academy of the Arts and its Summer Exhibition. I'm 20% more cultured at least. It closes soon, on the 16th August, as all good things should.
. . .You Get Me
Sometimes, your mother is right. I've learnt not to yell or screech in retaliation, but to heed the advice. SOME times. In nearly all other circumstances please do exactly the opposite of what she says or else you'll never learn the hard way. But when she's got you in the clutches of her sixth sense, don't squirm. . . .
Pack It Up, Pack It In
Let Me Begin
Sometimes I want to throw all of my possessions away, be clear and free in mind and body and rock around to Chaka Khan.
Other times it's handy to carry a few things with you just in case. Money, passport and keys do have their uses. But however you're feeling, the fact that men are considering bags like never before is in . . .
Keep It Casual
I had a pair of Le Coq Sportif polyester jogging bottoms once when I was 12 maybe. I thought they were cool at the time and now I quite fancy them again. They almost definitely came from the dreamland that was JJB Sports, which I genuinely have fond memories of, and they were a rather murky bluey grey. There were zips at the bottom of each . . .
What's In A Name
I've just bought a butter-soft woolen suit jacket. It has generous notched lapels, two vents, nicely inserted shoulders and is a seriously discreet shade of charcoal. Is it boxy? No. Does is catch the light and shine like a blob too much of hair gel? No. It's sartorially absolute.
I haven't just completed an eight-week . . .
Parisians Are So Chic
Mais Pourquoi?
It struck me recently that the gentlemen de Paris are infinitely cooler than others. And because they don't care, they're cooler still.
How do they do it?
What is it they are not doing which makes them do it? How much do they have to not give a shit before they appear to be giving a . . .
Don't Slip Over
I wonder when the last time a flashy nugget of fashion crossed over to become something more wholesome. How long ago did the humble brogue find its longevity? Or jeans for that matter? I'm certain I've seen Merlin in a pair, rolled up a little just because. Well, I believe something similar is happening with slip-on trainers.
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