As a fan of both Bruce Springsteen and the mighty Jack Purcell, I used to feel that Converse has always been the one brand that didn't seem to need any payola or seeded endorsement. Motherfuck an 'influencer'... Read
(Apologies in advance for the lack of video embeds - don't blame me, blame WordPress. If it ain't YouTube, Quicktime or Vimeo, it doesn't want to know)
Anyone in the UK of a certain age recognises that 'The ... Read
Beyond the day-job, in these testing times there's always the inclination to engage in some freelance. For friends and topics close to my heart, more often than not, money isn't the incentive. But for anythin... Read
When I first read, courtesy of The Look (still one of my favourite blogs and books, and this entry on Dexys is one of the best online pieces ever) that Kevin Rowland named their deceptively simple Mark 2 loo... Read
"I came here to drink, not to talk."
Writing about Steve McQueen's vice grip on style is, by and large, done to death. He was, in base terms, a man incapable of looking like shit onscreen. But contrary to ev... Read
"The statements inside (of a magazine) are useless unless there is a statement on the outside." George Louis
Magazine covers nowadays are, for the most part, atrocious. Wandering past a newsstand, or visitin... Read
Once again, apologies for my blog tardiness. Thankfully the verbal diarrhea by way of keyboard has been corked by the Imodium of a heavy after hours workload.
Passing the time revisiting 'Rain Dogs', 'Swordf... Read