I was standing in the men’s section at Target last Saturday afternoon watching Sophie swing from the cart while Jackson and I debated between two styles of chinos (“Dad why…
Let me start this by getting something off my chest: I have jeans that range anywhere from $30 mall-brand disappointments to fully-handcrafted Japanese selvedge jeans that cost enough to make…
It was 10:47 PM. The text read, “OMG HELP! Meeting my girlfriend Sarah’s parents tomorrow and need tips on making my boring-ass clothes not look boring.” It was from Marcus,…
The first thing I remember thinking as a teenager wasn’t about sex or independence or any of those clichéd milestones that everyone else insists happened to them. It was about…
I recently made the mistake of wearing the same outfit to Milan Fashion Week that I had worn to London Fashion Week just one week earlier. Big mistake. Enormous mistake.…
Hello. I am wearing jeans. Jeans that I’m trying on in the fourth changing room of the day at M&S Plano. This is the hundredth pair of jeans I’ve tried…
Received my first “lounge suit” wedding invitation last spring. Did not know what “lounge suit” meant. I knew that weddings traditionally called for cocktail attire or formal wear but “lounge…
Every British person has a moment when they realise they’ve been approaching winter all wrong. Mine was 7 AM on a Tuesday morning outside Birmingham’s New Street Station. I’m stood…
I was casually reading today through a men’s style magazine. Not Vogue. A menswear supplement – the free newspaper-thick addendum that falls out of national newspapers every Sunday, whose staple…
When I first attended London Fashion Week as a fully fledged, card-carrying member of the fashion journalistic elite (as opposed to some freelancing blogging upstart) I nearly herniated myself making…