Carhartt Heritage F/W11 Launch at Goodhood

Carhartt have always been known for its rugged functionality, a trait that has seen it transend effortlessly from humble beginnings in workwear to being almost omnipresent in the streetwear game. This season will see East London's Goodhood store carry the Carhartt Heritage brand for the first time, and to celebrate, they've put together a look book showcasing the best pieces from the collection, as well as unveiling an exhibition featuring Carhartt's back catalog of heritage pieces in the the only way they know best - a good old knees up. Keep scrolling for a snippet of what they've got to offer and details of the launch.

Collection Available from Goodhood

Scenes From London Fashion Week AW11

London Fashion Week is undoubtably one of the strangest events to visit, where stopping to ask a complete stranger to photograph their shoes is considered common practice, and people watching isn't just a passing hobby - it's a sport. True, some of the outfits that grace the cobbles down at Somerset House would cause even the most liberal to raise an eyebrow, but casting all pretences aside, there's no denying that it attracts some of the most interesting, sartorially minded, detail driven people this city has to offer.

Tim Soar Spring/Summer 2011

Apologies for the silence around here the past week, a combination of manic days, lazy nights and one boozy weekend in Sweden has resulted in, well, a neglected blog. The following are some photos I took of the Tim Soar SS11 show on Menswear day at London Fashion Week. Proving a refined craft for immaculate and contemporary tailoring, Tim Soar's latest collection takes inspiration from David Bowie's character 'Mr Newton' in the seventies film The Man Who Fell To Earth. Without screaming an archaic ode to the era, wide lapels, long lines and big flares take prominence within the collection, described by the man himself as 'the New Wave utilitarian aesthetic'. A bold statement perhaps, but the beauty of the collection lies in his penchant for technicality - utilising an eclectic fabric palette that samples knit, welded PU, new and recycled denim, and Tyvek to present selected iconic styles of the disco decade with a delicate, understated, and updated twist.

The full set follows.

Field day festivities

There were smiles all round last week when I managed to get my grubby mitts on a last-minute pair of Field Day guestlist places. So late saturday afternoon (bearing a sickly hangover courtesy of the Manchester crew's visit the night before), armed with my camera and Sarah in tow, we arrived at a sun kissed Victoria Park. Now, before we'd even set foot through the gates, this year had already trumped it's predecessors by a long shot. Yes, after past year's apocalyptic noah's ark-esque downpours, the weather had finally got tired of pissing down shitloads on a field full of hipsters.

And what a difference it made. The chilled vibe was infectious, and the mood was uplifting. Even the booze tasted better. The line up didn't disappoint either, with Caribou, whose electronic goodness complemented the setting sun well; although unfortunately, half the festival seemed to think so too - which meant that any type of dancing movement resulted almost definitely in facial contact with the (hairy) back belonging to the guy in front, tripping off the copious amounts of ketamine he had just taken. Phoenix as headliners were an obvious stand out of the day, and their flawless set was an apt closer to a triumph of a festival.

The full photo set follows.

I scream

Was at Ben & Jerry's annual marketing ploy unlimited ice cream bonanza this weekend on Clapham Common. Unfortunately, we landed tickets for the day with the shit line up, but the lure of unlimited ice cream meant that it was not gonna stop us. Not a great deal to say about this one - High points consisted of nearly throwing up on a volatile mix of too much ice cream and cider, the sun making a welcome appearance, and the eclectic line up at the acoustic stage; Low points included the mediocre main stage line up, the vomit inducing cider, and Scouting For Girls headlining.

Click below for more ice cream fun.

The drinks are on the Creators Project

Last week, I managed to nab a couple of guestlist places to the Creators Project Party hosted by Vice and Intel. So managing to coax a few mates to don their glad rags under the promise of free booze, a favourable line up, and cutting edge art installations, we headed out on an early saturday evening to Victoria House in Bloomsbury. What followed was a relatively raucous affair, and upon sight of the open bar, we were like four hyperactive kids who had just been locked in Hamleys for the night.

work it manchester. 27th feb.

Find a little slice of Hackney uprooted and plonked down in Manchester on February 27th, as the Work It crew host a night at the Deaf Institute. Details at http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=306914926655&index=1

how to pre pre drink

That is the pre drink, before the pre drink, before the club. To get involved you'll need cheap cider, 3 for £10 4 pack beers, face paint, bad teeth, a cake and a lot of nerve. Heres how we put our ingredients to use:

Step 1: Apply vomit inducing, borderline racist yellow face paint whilst carefully taking swigs from your £7.27 bottle of asda dark rum.





Step 2: Add bad teeth and fake ears to the mix.




Step 3: Introduce the cake. Nothing beats cake and booze.



Voila! There you have our dysfunctional and slightly disturbing take on the pre pre drink. You'll know it was successful when your crouched over a sink in the toilets of a dive club at 2am, frantically rubbing yellow paint off your face until you only look slightly jaundiced - rather than a dickhead.


P.S. we actually went out looking like this.

blackberry who?

My iphone's seen better days. I managed to scratch the hell out of the back by generally not giving a fuck so I tried to cover it with a sticker, and managed to scratch that to death too! Ah well, what it lacks in resale value it makes up for in character...

Quick note, if any of you are 18-21 and interested in being in the opening of the next series of Skins head over to http://www.e4.com/takepart/skins4filming.html

lets have a field day

I spent saturday at Field Day in Victoria Park. It was wet and muddy and I got caught out by wearing vans with no socks on. It was also filled to the brim with shoreditch's finest totty which, albeit a bit pretentious, more than made up for my watery pain.


Me and my mates decided it would be a great idea to be thrifty (cheap) and pre-drink outside. In our heads, we were sticking two fingers up to the festival bars and their £3.70 a can madness.


Our mate MJ was obviously a lot more gutsy.




We're in! Smiles all round.


Here we are with our bar bought cans. Guess our rebellious stand was no match for the allure of lukewarm pear cider. Goodbye £3.70. Hello Mr Drunk.




Santigold's set was delayed by 30 minutes. Those 30 minutes also happened to coincide with a torrential downpour of hollywood blockbuster proportions. We were not best pleased. We were even waiting so long that a bit of facial hair action started going on. Burt Reynolds has nothin on us.




She came on eventually and the crowd were pretty hype. The whole apology routine went down and although she did the usual crowd pleasers and a cover of The Cure's 'Killing an arab', her set didn't feel worth the soggy jeans and wet feet. Might've been because her backup singers were made to be moody as fuck and expressionless the whole way through. But I'm probably just bitter that the delay's with her set meant that Skream's set was cut to a miniscule 15 minutes as a consequence.





The rain cleared up considerably after Santigold's set (typical) and it revealed this magnificent sunset. Spirits were lifted - we're easily pleased.




Mystery Jets were the surprise number 1 set of the day. They got the set list spot on, launching into 'Hideaway' complete with the sirens to build up hype and following it up with compulsory singalongs 'Half in Love With Elizabeth' and 'Two Doors Down'. Another added bonus was finding the cheeky bevvy that we managed to smuggle in using all our wit and charm. Needless to say, we had a ball!


This is a photo I took walking home at 6:30am the next morning. We all ended back at my mates flat to afterparty which consisted of watching Charlie Sheen's finest hour in 'The Wraith' and Samuel L Jackson being a straight up gee in 'Jackie Brown'. Wild.