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suede bomber

By James | Published: 24. April 2012
I am someone who wears a lot of bomber jackets. Sometimes dressed up with a shirt and tie, sometimes dressed down with a t-shirt. Get yourself a good one and you will get a lot of use out of it. I own quite a few different types: leather ones, all manner of different cotton versions and even a couple made from wool. I feel like I know what a bomber jacket [...]

mandals

By James | Published: 16. March 2012
When the really warm weather comes around I have always kept to flip flops. The only reason being that they were all I had. For some years now I've been on the lookout for some leather sandals, but have had no luck finding the right pair. Of course, from time to time I have seen ones I like. The problem was: they were usually the most expensive ones. It seemed [...]

the tweed blazer

By James | Published: 9. March 2012
No other fabric catches the imagination quite as much as Harris Tweed. The material, so steeped in history, is still hand woven in the Outer Hebrides. Indeed if it isn't made on the Isle of Harris, it can't bear the name. For a fabric that is so utilitarian and robust it is also incredibly elegant. Often the most striking characteristic is the colour with [...]

an unlikely find

By James | Published: 29. February 2012
Some of the most treasured items in my wardrobe are the pieces that seemed to find me, rather than the things I've spent so long searching out. When you have a clear idea of what you want, actually finding it can almost be anticlimactic. I have a velvet jacket that had hung in my father's closet for years that I only discovered when he put it in a pile of [...]
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thinking of summer #4

By Marlene | Published: 3. February 2012
Three reasons why this picture makes me happy: 1. Damn, that dress. 2. Grey and soft pink. 3. Her name is Stevie Dance. Stevie Dance! Okay, four reasons. 4. Don't they make a good-looking pair? This is couple-dressing without even the slighest whiff of matching parkas.