Men Swear By Swear

One of my friends used to work at the Swear shoe store on Carnaby Street and when I used to hang out there, I discovered the secret to why all the shop assistants looked so damn cool (and cute!).  It was the shoes they were wearing (and also probably because they were hired by the… Continue reading Men Swear By Swear

The gift shop

As a child, I used to hate getting dragged around museums and shamfully, my favourite part of a museum visit used to be going to the gift shop and looking at all the overpriced erasers and crappy printed notepads, which I would then beg my mother to buy for me.  Thankfully those bratty days have… Continue reading The gift shop