SHABBY RESTAURANTS NOT VERY CHIC
It was like walking onto the set of an early 1900s kitchen sink drama. There was rickety old wooden furniture scattered about, mismatched chairs of every shape and hue, and dozens of aged candles providing the only illumination. I half expected a wizened old lady, struggling under the weight of a black shawl, to come bustling over to me, imploring me to have a sup of whiskey and take the weight off my feet. Instead I was saluted by a hipster in a Daft Punk t-shirt who called
TIME AND A PLACE FOR OUTDOOR GEAR
The line between practical outdoor clothing and fashion has been blurred, muddied and disregarded. No, you can’t have both. You’re either climbing Mount Everest or you’re not. Strutting along a trendy pedestrianised city centre street, holding a cappuccino in one hand and tweeting a selfie with the other, is not an occasion when you need to dress like Sir Ernest Shackleton. I will admit that I don’t understand the world of fashion, stylists or what’s ‘in’ or ‘out’ for any giv
