I recently joined the ranks of the commuter. Unless you live above your place of work we are all commuters. But I mean the real deal, not those fellows whose journey to work is within the M25, but a proper long distance yomp - 2.5hours door to door - if all goes to plan. My new job takes me from London to Cambridge each day, featuring two changes of train, a tube ride and a 20 minute walk from the station to the office morning and night. The … [Read more...]
“Everyone has their favourite pair of shoes” a fellow club member announced rather suddenly, “what is yours?” “Mine?” I responded with uncertainty for although I thought it a straightforward, commonplace question, I was somewhat put out. As a collector, it is difficult to single out what is effectively the most important piece of a collection as you feel it adds too much lucidity to the theory that the rest of the collection, … [Read more...]
Vilebrequin The Vilebrequin man reclines in relief after his dip in the saltwater pool. His younger girlfriend, earphoned and sunglassed, reacts with the harshest Muscovite disapproval at his playful embrace that covered her perfectly dry and tanned body in cold, chlorined water. Taking a sip of his chilled beer, he turns to his iPad with dissatisfaction, soon tires of its novelty and, frustrated, sits up to observe the moneyed bodies … [Read more...]
Owing to a failure of internal monologue I’ve been publically rationalising what my next bespoke suit purchase should be. This is the final posting in this series, and I’m debating whether to go for a grey or navy chalk stripe suit, which I’ve termed Italian Cool and City Slicker respectively. The concept, or rather the differentiation of the two suits by colour alone, may seem a little weak. Looking at it from the purely technical … [Read more...]
I imagine no one would be likely to accuse me of being a zany dresser. I like colours and patterns but most of what I like is not too far removed from the conservative. It should come as no surprise then that I am not at all partial to floral shirts. I do not mean the palm-tree calico prints, the crudely coloured Hawaiians; I am referring to the William Morris, Arts & Craft, Liberty-inspired, Boden-catalogue James May. The sort of print … [Read more...]
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