City Train Fashion

There is an over-crowded train which connects East London with the City. I have a doubtful pleasure to take this train twice a day, everyday for 6 minutes. There is also a bizarre phenomenon which occurs on this train only. When you look around most of the people are dressed very smart as most of them work in the offices of the financial district. When you look around the floor, as much as you can look around the floor in this crowd, you will notice that most of them wear sneakers. It is not a manifest of some new city fashion; it’s just a very practical approach towards commuting in an over-populated city.

a). high heels can hurt your co-passengers due to the very limited space each of us have, b). Your new, shiny shoes you spent a fortune on will get wasted before the end of the journey. Therefore it is much a better idea to put those shoes on no sooner than when you reach the office.

Maybe this habit sounds slightly excessive but that’s London and you cannot get more London than that!


As hard to say as they are hard to find: especially when you start naming titles and types, the blue one below for example is a Boblbee Megalopolis Sport. I’ve had my eye on these Swedish-designed carry-alls for a while now, for two reasons mainly: my back always aches when I carry my backpack, and these are supposed to support, not pressure, the back muscles; AND it’s got a hardshell, which would come in handy if I fell off my Vespa, as I’m always carrying my iBook.

The only reason I haven’t bought: they don’t make Boblbee’s big enough for the larger iBook sizes… so I remain disappointed. Come on Boblbee.

Knit New York

Knit one, purl two, drink. I was chatting with my good friend M the other day and mentioned how incredibly hip knitting has become in New York. Especially for the 20-30 something crowd. I take a look around me, young women and metrosexuals everywhere are doing it – on the subway, in Bryant Park, at bars, coffee shops, movie shoots….New York is being taken over by zenned out knitters one stitch at a time. And I’m part of the craze.

Recently I took lessons and honestly, at first, I wasn’t feeling it, being a bit (ok a lot) hyper and in constant need of instant gratification, I found knitting at a click, click pace completely out of tune with my character. Until my knitting instructor Rahshida (see, I told you it was hip) informed me I would become a better knitter if I would just relax, light up and have a glass of wine. I skipped the weed, but reached for the wine and suddenly I got it. I had entered the knitting zone. That zenned out place you reach as the click of the bamboo needles rocks you into a sense of security as you weave your issues into the Alpacan softness and create your masterpiece.

Knit one, purl two, drink. Knit one, purl two, drink. My favorite places in knit? Booze and Yarn – where knitters and drinkers unite, Knit New York – where knitters and coffee/tea drinkers unite (I also run there when I’m stuck on a pattern), on the subway and of course, Central Park. My current project is a Ruana in a green/brown cashmere mix….it’s in my bag right now, locked in my desk….but I can hear it softly calling my name.

Kenneth Cole Is Love

kenneth-cole-logoI’ve discovered Kenneth Cole is love. Kenneth Cole at 50% off is orgasmic love.

I was a little down earlier today….moments before I hit Fifth Avenue as I found myself standing on the second floor of Kenneth Cole purchasing pants, cardigans and boots because more than any other man

he knows the length of my arm

the shape of my legs

the skim of my calf

and how to gently hold my hips

well, maybe not more than any other man.

Last Night’s Party

Capturing the very-best and the absolute-worst of Americans and how they party – a snapshot of urban fashion from the gutter to the red carpet, from one man’s camera perspective: Last Night’s Party.

Pro-Keds Making A Return

featsarea-shoePro Keds is a sneaker company that has been around for sometime now, but lately hasn’t been getting a lot of attention. When first launched in 1949, many styles attained cult status in the neighborhoods of New York among the streetwise who adopted PRO-Keds as the first real sneaker with style. PRO-Keds became the shoe of choice with b-boys everywhere and earned its place as a true icon of early hip-hop culture.

After an absence of nearly 20 years, PRO-Keds is reissuing some classic styles (such as those seen here) from its archives, bringing to life once again the heritage and history of the brand.

I’m Not a Plastic Bag.

Exhilim: don’t know how but I typed that all wrong. I intended on doing a comparison for a busy ‘Western’ working week (40 hrs max), except I seem to have never made it. We have a minimum wage in place, as well as extra money for working overtime. We can ask for a raise without consequences, we can question the health and safety of our workplace (even sue!) without consequence and we can question our authority to a degree that sweatshop workers can only dream of. They work on average 15-20 hours per day, 5 days a week. If we use 15 hrs, that makes 75 hrs (5 days)… That’s often from 5am until late in the evening and it applies to children as young as 9. Average wages seem to be $0.06- 0.08 cents an hour.

I don’t deny that it’s not just as a preserve of developing countries, but I’m betting that your situation isn’t nearly as bad. To you, struggling for a next paypacket means you’ve got to pay for electricity, gas, a tv license, a computer/laptop, rent for a place of your choice, the luxury clothing you have made by them… you can still affort it somewhat, even on credit. Many garment workers live in accomodation owned (often in slums or in slum-like conditions) by the factory owners, normally with many other people in a small room, or in a tiny house of their own without all the mod-cons that we enjoy. It’s not difficult to see who’s living a harder life & for what? Material possessions that we so willingly chuck away when we realise what a huge fashion mistake they are or when they’re no longer in trend.

This can relate back to the environment — chucking things away without giving a thought to what happens. What’s happening is that our landfills are being filled up at too high a rate. Not only that, but textile workers often work with toxic, synthetic and non-biodegradable materials (dyes, etc). Green credentials? Not for that product, that’s for certain. Not only that, but retailers and supermarkets aren’t only shafting the workers, but consumers as well. Guess who’s laughing all the way to the bank?

I want my man bag!

My other half has long had her hunger for style in accessories satiated by none other than Orla Kiely. The seasonal launch of Kiely’s latest collection is invariably preceded by months of almost hormonal anticipation and trawling of the web for hints or tidbits or blurry photos of the latest bag being road tested. And that’s just me!

The problem is, I find myself strangely drawn to the Kiely range, the design, the materials, the finish, oh my god the finish. The true virtue of a designer is what they do with the hidden and unseen parts of their creations. Check out the inside of an Orla Kiely bag and tell me that you wouldn’t want to move in and set up home in there.

The images don’t do her justice, go find a stockist and touch one of these things. (Careful! I got weird looks in BT in Dublin and was asked politely to extract my head from the bag and leave the store as I was scaring the other shoppers)

So here’s the dilemma, I carry keys, mobile, wallet, pens, newspaper why cant I have a bag that’s this well designed? Why do I have to carry a padded, black nylon or propylene laptop case that looks like a brief case on steroids? Where’s the style, color, imagination, creativity, and sheer elegance of Orla Kiely for Men?

I want my man bag!