From the moment my mum had to painstakingly sew woven name tags into every item of school uniform and P.E. kit, I was hooked on the satisfying feeling of wearing (and misplacing… and finding again… ) something that was mine and mine only for a period of time. Woe upon my sister who sometimes had… Continue reading Say My Name Say My Name
Cultish Oddity
In the spirit of questioning ethics or at least making a “half-arsed” attempt to probe and point the finger, I’ve got a bit of a Freaky Friday oddity on my hand. Whilst browsing around the weird and wonderful wares of Harajuku’s Dog, I came across the name Tony Alamo. Oooh, spray painted and diamante-encrusted denim… Continue reading Cultish Oddity
Graphic Eyes
>> Yesterday, the one day winter sun in London – so few and far between in amidst the ridiculous amounts of rain – was cheering. Even better when I had got wind of Craig and Karl’s range for Le Specs, making me even more determined that sunnies all year round should be mandatory, when such… Continue reading Graphic Eyes
Pounce Away
>> I may have been off the mark by peddling motocross with a dreaded trend alert but sportswear, especially of the early to late nineties ilk, that we either embraced or hated in our “youf”. I say collective “We” as in people who grew up in places where there was an established “chav” culture (or scally… Continue reading Pounce Away