Born in 1916, Helsinki based Karhu is Finland’s legendary trainer brand with an authentic heritage in running and a deep connection to the outdoors (just ask Adi Dassler if you don’t believe us).
As long time fans and collectors of menswear deity Massimo Osti’s various iconic labels, it’s comforting to know that his legacy is in safe sartorial hands
If there are two things that have been constants in my life, it’s Clarks Originals and reggae music, getting into both of them from a very early age, they’ve stuck with me through thick and thin. Two reliable old friends in an increasingly inconsistent and crazy world.
Inspired by the excellent Pica Post article on the four pocket parka we decided to delve into this era of the great American outdoors and one of the classic ‘DIY’ brands that emerged from this scene, Kelty.
We have to take our titfers off to the witty chaps down at Duffer, for their latest photo- shoot they’ve done something of a British parody of the vintage preppy look..
Its all well and good being kitted out in the finest gear available to man but if you’re wearing a pair of Fred Flintstone boxers and a Primark vest underneath it all then quite frankly, you’re a dickhead. Its one thing looking good but feeling good is just as, if not more important..
As previously documented on here when I sit back and recall certain stations of my semi-eventful life, there’s always an epic sound-track to accompany these haunting and vivid…
Bought a flat, got married, turned 30, joined the Campaign for Real Ale and became addicted to Countryfile – there is no escaping from the fact my life has gone all grown up. The times, “they are a changing” (see I’ve even started listening to Bob Dylan) the transition has also been reflected in my appearance. The wardrobe consists of more shoes not trainers, knitwear not sportswear, durable wax coats not sports jackets FFS I’ve even started wearing bobble hats.
OK it’s that time of year when the sun is out and you want to enjoy some cool wind in your hair and perhaps the warm smell of colitas, whatever the fuck they are? And what better way to emulate Don Henley by getting a nice white, medium weight, 100% cotton t-shirt to wear whilst sipping your pink champagne on ice?