Every time I’m abroad for fashion week and someone discovers I’m British, there’s this moment – this predictable, almost scripted exchange – where they say something like, “Oh, British style!…
Prepare yourselves for a personal joyride through my coat sleeves. You know what else is bonkers? I once went away for three days to Milan and had brought more clothes…
This experiment started as a bet with my nephew James. I was out having drinks with him. He’s 28 and lives in Shoreditch now. Works in tech. Thinks wearing a…
We’ve all been there. British summertime arrives, the mercury reaches a promising 22 degrees, and suddenly everyone loses their collective shit. I’ve experienced it personally, just last week. Picture me…
There’s a type of British man you’ll see on almost every commute during peak hours if you look hard enough. He’s wearing a perfectly fine suit jacket and trousers, but…
A few years ago, I attended a house party in the Cotswolds – friend of a friend type situation, randomly invited along as extra company. Our host, whom we’ll call…
I didn’t realise I had a problem until I arrived soaking wet at a Savile Row show during London Collections: Men, four years ago. I thought I was suitably outfitted…
I learned the hard way that you should never wear a Burberry check flat cap into a Glasgow dive bar. Burberry checked everything was everywhere back in 2006, particularly if…
I spent three days in Cornwall wearing only linen shorts and t-shirts. It was day two, and the sun had just abandoned me forever to an eternity of rainclouds. Those…
When I first went to Glastonbury way back in 2007, I packed like I was going to Coachella. Lightweight chinos, brand new white trainers, a pile of curated-but-not-too-curated t-shirts that…