Trading Floor Gilets Are Apparently Their Own Whole Uniform
“It’s just a fleece with the sleeves cut off, Diane, I don’t understand why you’re defending it like it’s a dinner jacket.” That was my brother-in-law, over Thanksgiving, watching some…
The Knee High Boots Thing Women Do Every Autumn Without Fail
It is 7:10 on the first properly cold morning of the year, the kind where your breath shows on the walk to the car, and you are standing in front…
Why Every Finance Bro Ive Ever Met Owns The Exact Same Gilet
My uncle works in private equity, and years ago, when I told him I was starting to style corporate clients, he said, “Easy, just put them in a vest, it…
Whether Straight Guys Wear Cardigans Got Debated At A Barbecue
I have a specific memory of buying my dad a cardigan for Christmas, watching him wear it approximately four times, and thinking absolutely nothing of it, because why would I.…
Whether Guys Notice Knee High Boots Or Just Say They Do
For years I told anyone who’d listen that “do guys like knee high boots” was a fake question, invented by shopping blogs trying to sell boots, because men are basically…
Why Every Therapist Ive Ever Had Owns The Same Cardigan
People get weirdly heated about the therapist cardigan. I’ve seen it argued about in a group chat for forty five minutes, real venom, someone’s aunt is apparently a therapist and…
The Gilet Became Posh Uniform Long Before I Understood Why
Okay so picture this. I’m at some godforsaken Christmas market thing in Bath a few years back, absolutely freezing, and there’s a guy next to me in a full length…
Brown Cardigans For Rich Days
I used to associate brown cardigans with giving up. The colour itself seemed needy; it begged to be overlooked. Then I had a horrible Monday (9am court, 11am school assembly,…
White Wool Coats For Icy Days
I’ve long been suspicious of white coats, imagining them as garments reserved for people who had dry cleaners on speed dial and no concept of actual weather. Then I realised…
Brown Knit For Rich Days
Something about the September light streaming through Pike Place Market last week fell perfectly on my caramel-hued merino pullover, newly thrifted from the weekend before. I looked at myself in…