Soho Skulking

On Friday, when London Fashion Week had commenced, I went up to an eccentric looking man, who I believe is known as Mad Alan in Soho – heavily tattooed with a penchant for an embroidered vest – and asked him for a picture. He’s the sort of guy, who I knew would give my DLSR… Continue reading Soho Skulking

Singularly Thom Browne

>Thom Browne is for me a bit like the marmite of NYFW.  Or whatever yeast-y spread equivalent that would be.  Oh wait, Americans don’t put yeast-based spreads on their toast.  Which just about affirms my point about Browne’s singularity.  You either love it or you hate it. There’s an established patter to his shows now that people… Continue reading Singularly Thom Browne