The Clean Inn

A question I’m often asked is, “where should I take my suits to be dry-cleaned?” My answer is always the same: Rule number 1: don’t use Johnsons. Rule number 2: don’t dry clean them unless absolutely necessary. Regarding the former, I  recently made two suits in the same Super 130’s  cloth for a chap (the groom) and…

Bespoke Shirts

This month, Michelsberg Tailoring sold it’s thousandth made-to-measure shirt. Here are some new Michelsberg bobby dazzlers waiting to be collected before Christmas. It all started five years ago, when I was approached by a company who offered to make me a free bespoke shirt, and experience their quality. Whilst bespoke suits have been a part of my…

Skinny Bottoms

According to the Rake Magazine this month, skinny bottoms are dead. I’m not talking about the recent spate of plus size models twerking their bodacious booties in Vogue magazine, but a gentleman’s trousers. Commercial necessity dictates that the wheel of fashion must constantly turn, and every designer wants to be credited with bucking the trend and trailblazing the next big thing.…

The Earl of Oxford Street

As a surfer, I dream about the perfect wave. It’s four foot high, the clean surging face a glistening wall of sparkling gold. I’ve searched far and wide, from Devon to Bali, and it’s proven pretty illusive – much like the perfect suit. On a daily basis I’m on the hunt for the finest of threads. Instagram. The Rake Magazine.…

Festive Finery

Tis’ the season for Tuxedos. Invitations to awards ceremonies, fundraisers, banquets and Gatsbyesque style festive bashes often come with that most wonderful of dress codes, “Black Tie.” Without a doubt, the dinner suit is my favourite outfit. It’s a creature of the night – dark, elegant, understated, effortlessly chic. Within every man there is a dormant ‘Bond’ gene, sleeping amongst…

Smuggling Budgies

February 2015. Chalet Morzine. France. Bugger! I’d forgotten to pack my swimming shorts. With gritted teeth and weary legs, I struggled back into my ski gear, hobbled past the mocking jacuzzi, winced longingly at the beer fridge and headed out into the snow in search of something to wear. My options in the ski-shop were bleak. Retina-scalding,…

Carry on Colin

Last Sunday (Fathers Day), after a wonderful time spent with the fruit of my loins, I settled down with Mrs ‘M’ to watch a film that has been on my radar for ages – “Kingsman.” Anything that involves spies, sharp suits, Savile Row and Samuel L Jackson has to be a winner. Right? Well, as my…