“Oxfords not Brogues” said Harry Hart as he handed Eggsy his first ever pair.
“Words to live by Eggsy, words to live by.”
“Oxfords not Brogues” said Harry Hart as he handed Eggsy his first ever pair.
“Words to live by Eggsy, words to live by.”
And this is…to go…even further beyond.
I’ll never forget my first blazer. It was a two-button wool blend tweed herringbone weave in navy with a thin faux-leather collar that – like my first guitar – was cheap and was bought with father’s money.
Plenty of men can dress in shades of blues, greys, and browns for their entire lifetimes and still be considered well-dressed, but as soon as I saw the forest green in this shantung silk necktie in the shop, I knew I was a man of colour (pun intended).
As a child my parents presented me with an ice cream cake for my 10th birthday. My underdeveloped intellect was unable to comprehend the magnitude of what I saw as they lifted the lid off the box.
Though often mistaken for velvet, corduroy is hardly luxurious.
I’m definitely more of a winter guy, a characteristic my wardrobe tends to reflect. So when it comes to dressing for the heat I battle, but over the summer I’ve begun to try and work on it. What better opportunity then on Sunday, when I’m heading to work and it’s 33°.