My previous experiences with linen have not been kind (don’t go there), hence my 12 year hiatus from owning anything remotely linen. In that time I have bravely and foolishly sweated my way through every London tube journey known to man whilst staying safe in the knowledge that any linen products on the high street were more ‘beach wedding’ then ‘riviera smart’.
Maybe brands never thought it never went higher than 15 Celsius in Britain, so refused to entertain the fact that men needed fashionable linen. Recently I have found myself hunting more and more for some decent linen on the high street that can keep me cool but still have a smart edge.
It seems now that retailers have finally started to wake up to this much maligned material and we can be truly thankful to them.
I’m guilty of it as I’m sure a lot of men reading this are. The sun starts coming out, and you realise you don’t have any sunglasses. You head straight down the high street and spend a few minutes trying on some ridiculous frames in a style that has never suited you, before opting for an £8 pair knowing it then doesn’t matter if your fat arse sits on them or you leave them in the pub after a few drinks. This year the eyewear revolution begins for me, and no longer will cheap frames adorn this face!
This Bank Holiday weekend with my wages burning a hole in my pocket I thought it was important to start planning a summer wardrobe refresh. After purchasing these navy blue chinos from Mango reduced to £30 from £46, the hunt was on for a nice white men’s shirt to match.
Here in Britain the weather has slowly crept up over the last week or two, and it definitely looks like sping has arrived and summer is on the horizon. The standard milk bottle white legs and vests have already offended my eyes over recent days, and just backs up my thoughts that men in Britain don’t have a clue how to dress in the warmer months.
How annoying is it when you get a new pair of crisp white trainers, carefully opening the box and getting slapped in the face with that new trainer smell. You hold of wearing them from fear of getting them dirty, but after the initial trepidation subsides you bite the bullet, threading the laces (a precise technique for men) and carefully putting them on your shaking feet. Pacing the streets you hurdle every puddle and piece of muck you see to avoid getting your new trainers dirty, threatening everyone no matter their age or disability who has the audacity to step that close to them.
This is an urgent appeal to help this much maligned member of our society. Forced out of their communal homes by inflated rent rates and new kitchen spot lights reeking havoc with their grey skin and persistent red eye. They walk the vomit stained streets, their possessions spilling out of their Fred Perry holdall like modern day versions of biblical hi-top wearing Jews, consistently persecuted in their search for a home. Moving from Hertfordshire to Dalston via Old Street and Shoreditch, ever in the search for the holy grail, an independent bicycle shop annexed by an urban coffee shop.
When it comes to value for money I don’t think you can get better than investing in a navy blue suit. Treated as two separate pieces of clothing, or worn together as either a smart or casual offering there are numerous looks for men to try. Thus cementing its place as an essential piece of kit in any man’s wardrobe.
In this article I’m going to breakdown the merits of different menswear outfits that all have the navy blue suit as their foundation.
So you have got yourself a hot date, you have picked the right restaurant and your outfit is looking great. The meal has gone well, no food down your shirt and she is even laughing at your shit jokes. Signalling to the waiter that you want the bill you have an air of confidence and authority. She was never going to be paying but your self assurance has cemented this.
You reach inside your breast pocket and pull out your wallet….her face drops! Tatty receipts protrude from your dog eared excuse for a a gentleman’s accessory. You fumble to pull your credit card out, which seems to have become super glued. As your face becomes flushed and your decorum evaporates so does any chance of using that 5 year old condom that has just falling on the restaurant floor.