Socks and Chelsea Boots: What Actually Works
I own six pairs of Chelsea boots. Six. I did the count properly the other week, lined them up along the hallway like some sort of intervention, and there they…
I own six pairs of Chelsea boots. Six. I did the count properly the other week, lined them up along the hallway like some sort of intervention, and there they…
I counted them properly last week, out of morbid curiosity more than anything, and the number that came back was eleven. Eleven pairs of shoes in my flat that exist…
Three in the morning, phone brightness turned all the way down so it doesn’t wake anyone up, and I’m sat there refreshing a listing for a pair of Vans Style…
I was three scrolls deep into a resale app at half past eleven on a Tuesday, searching “baggy jeans size 12”, when it hit me that I’d stopped checking the…
Dean sent me a photo last month of a three pack of briefs from Uniqlo, no context, just the picture and the words “should I be doing this now”. I…
A mate of mine, Josh, sent me a photo two Tuesdays ago. Dark green cords, slightly too long, stacked over a pair of battered trainers, caption underneath just said “are…
The reputation is simple enough that you could write it on a sticky note. Denim jacket, only works with jeans if you want to look like you’ve wandered off a…
Half seven on a Tuesday, one shoe on, trying to find my keys under a pile of post that’s been building up since about March, and I grab the same…
I was sat on the edge of the bed at twenty past eleven on a Tuesday, phone brightness turned right down so it didn’t wake anyone up, refreshing a search…
I checked my camera roll before writing this, because I didn’t trust my own memory, and the number came back worse than I expected. Eleven days out of the last…