Last Tuesday morning, I was getting dressed in my kitchen at 7: 47 am when I spilled coffee in my freshly laundered (otherwise-clean) basket of clothing all over myself. Specifically,…
The invite had said “formal attire”, but I still found myself locked in combat with my friend Danny in the car park of the wedding venue twenty minutes before we…
Picture my friend Charlie strutting into a casual lunch at a pub in Chorlton with an accompanying tweed cap, a tattersall shirt, plus fours and sock garters which look like…
I’ve got a Yankees cap on my dresser as we speak that has earned its citizenship. It’s been with me longer than some relationships I’ve been in, and I’m willing…
On my first visit to meet my ex-girlfriend’s parents I made the mistake of wearing a suit. A charcoal three-piece suit that I had recently purchased for office functions where…
I’ll be honest – it was mother nature’s mocking of me last summer that finally pushed me over the edge and changed how I thought about dressing with extreme minimalism.…
I was sitting at a cafe in Northwest Portland enjoying my third americano last Saturday when I had my revelation. It was midday on a sunny weekend, so of course…
There’s a moment that sticks with me from the first time I travelled to Charleston, SC eight years ago. Mid-July, mid-humidity – I was miserable wearing a cotton polo. And…
It was 2:47 a.m. on a weeknight. College graduation crisis hour, if there ever was one. When all of a sudden, my phone buzzed with a text from my cousin…
It was half ten on a Tuesday when I left my flat wearing a lightweight mac, mid-weight jumper, and scarf that I thought – and was legitimately convinced at the…