Sartorial Skiing

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Winter sports are without doubt the most glamorous thing about the colder months. When your nose is running, and your pasty, dry skin is occasionally coloured beet red by a cruel northerly wind, the lapping water, linen shirts, Ray Bans, and Negronis of a glamorous July seem as far away as those brightly twinkling winter stars. Christmas and the New Year yield some champagne-fuelled merriment and excuse for sartorial grandiloquence, but … [Read more...]

Sebastian Ward Review

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It’s fair to say that shirts are an addiction of mine. Some sartorialists choose footwear as their vice, others nearly bankrupt themselves through repeated visits to Savile Row. I have even known one man to be utterly besotted with socks, so much so that he had an entire six drawer chest full of them. I am pretty attached to ties, I must admit. But shirts are a greater extravagance. I always flit from selecting basic whites and blues – … [Read more...]

Ravis Tailor Review

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There’s more to Asian tailoring than Hong Kong and Hong Bang. Ravi’s Tailors might not be the most famous ‘distance’ tailors available online but they are certainly one of the oldest. Founded in 1991 by Ravi Daswani in the Bangkok Palace Hotel, Ravi’s is a singular operation. If the website looks nearly twenty years old, that’s because it is. Back in 1998, Richard James was the darling of Savile Row, the toast of the new … [Read more...]

New Year’s Sartorial Resolutions

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“Have you got any ressies?” someone asked me recently. “Ressies?” I winced. “Yea, you know resolutions. New Year’s. I’ve got a few. Need to go to the gym I joined – last January!” Groan. I’m not much of a ‘ressie’ man. For me, things like going to the gym and eating healthily don’t really require the New Year ‘spell’; my formidable year-round vanity sees to that. I could make some weak self-promises … [Read more...]

Hrothgar Stibbon Briefcase Review

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I have long needed a new briefcase. My old, tanned leather case “Brian” (so named because of my incorrigible fetish for alliteration) had put in a good shift, but long shown signs of serious fatigue. A Frenchman by birth, he was no doubt shocked by the appalling English weather. His soft sides were tearing at the seams; his supple and all-too-delicate skin was deteriorating. To look at him had become distressing. Much like a woman … [Read more...]