What A Man Did.

A Man is Sorry.

 Sorry that i’ve been so shit at blogging for the past two weeks. I’m interning in London, (and going out most nights with friends I haven’t seen in a year), preparing for my graduation year of university and am acting fashion editor at a magazine which goes into production this week. 

Lots to follow, I promise.

A Man had a Dilemma…

…of the winter coat proportion kind (a financial dilemma also, but as a student with a taste for luxury, that’s perpetual, and a given). 

In the long corner, we have a black belted coat from Armani Collezioni, which I bought, well stole, on ebay. It’s beautiful, but maybe just not right for me, so I may resell it. But it’s a bargain, so maybe i’ll just keep it. But I am trying to be very selective with everything I own, so maybe i’ll sell it. MY LIFE IS SO HARD.

Then we have the Louis Vuitton belted camel coat which is #4 on my wishlist. It’s too beautiful for words but, alas, I can’t afford it. I’ve found a similar and affordable coat at Reiss, but hmm, i’m at the stage now where I always want the real thing, and if I can’t have it, i’ll wait until I can. 

Then we skip the mid-corner, because I have too many mid-length coats. Ahem.

To the short corner, where shapes get interesting. Wishlist cert is the Balenciaga structured wool jacket. It’s just affordable (if I eat from the bins at Waitrose for a few weeks). A Fashion Forward Man is telling me to buy this, because I have quite a few lovely, but standard coats, and this is a standout piece. Oh, and I don’t have any Balenciaga *takes knife to inner thigh*. 

Tonight, the short corner is ahead, but it’s all subject to change as the collections continue to pile in. What do you think?

Illustration by Deidre Dyer

A Man Stayed at The Montage, Laguna Beach.

When it comes to hospitality, American hotels do it best. Upon arriving at the Montage pool, I was greeted by huge, iced tanks of lime, lemon and cucumber water, chilled fruit, and plush towels. Every time my glass neared empty, or my towel got wet, one of the pool staff brought me a new one. The club sandwich was a bit dear, but with the view, and the service, I honestly couldn’t give a shit.

I was slightly put off by the woman who was obviously recovering from a recent surgery binge, but hey-ho, this is Orange County.

A Man Binged on Ebay.

At the age of fourteen and fifteen, I was desperately trying to grow up, and ruin my mum’s life in doing so. Of course, MySpace was the easiest place for me to organise and talk about my hedonistic escapes from the nest (the less I say here, the better). 

So you have me, an angst ridden teenager, locked away in my bedroom on a computer. Then you have my mum, a head-teacher at a boys school which was so rough, she needed a police escort. She wasn’t taking any shit. Net Nanny was installed on my computer, and my mum rocked up to my favourite club, The Zoo Bar, and parted the crowds like the red seas. A few weeks later, when I had snuck out again, the police raided the club. Fuck The Police was of course played, and a riot ensued. 

…Anyway, reminiscing aside, I think I may, once again, need Net Nanny. My love for ebay has reached a worrying climax. Six, yes SIX parcels arrived this week, including trench coats from Lanvin, belted virgin wool coats from Armani Collezioni, and silk embroidered tops from Dries Van Noten.

I cannot afford any of these things, and I know I can’t, so i’m worried. Each additional purchase is another shot into my already blackened veins (what a lovely analogy). But my irrational love for a bargain overrides any rational sensibilities I possess…

A rational man: “I can’t afford it”

An irrational man: “That would have cost £1000 when it was new…AT LEAST”

A man “OKAY. BUY, BUY, BUY…ONE CLICK BUY…ONE CLICK FUCKING BUY I TELL YOU”

Of all the arguments that rational man and irrational man have with one another, rational man may as well not even bother with the one regarding bargain fashion hunting. 

Hi, i’m A Man, and i’m a bargain-a-holic.