Menswear of the Millenium: Who Gets Your Vote?
When I'm not reading (read: trying to somehow comprehend the academic parlance of) André Bazin and Laura Mulvey, watching countless films, or engaging in alcohol-fuelled antics (the only remedy for hours of studying linguistics and structuralism, I find), I write for the college newspaper's cultural supplement - tn2. The sweet and all-round-wonder-woman, Ana K of Ripped Knees does likewise, but it's the equally lovely editor Patrice who posed a question that surprisin

Editorial Digest: GQ Style, Metal, i-D.
My body deceives me, it seems. The moment I reckon I've overcome yet another major buzz-killing head-cold, I feel an uncontrollable urge to catch-up on all the boozing/dancing/necessary-evil-academic-endeavour I've missed out on. Then, just hours later, it re-emerges and I'm left frog-throated for another day. If I were the type that used such expressions, FML would be the only appropriate one in this instance.On the plus side, illness undoubtedly means film-watching. I've been prepping for next week by covering the screenings (Lone Star,

To Be in Berlin.
Frantically researching specifics in advance of an oral presentation is an onerous task. But, when the topic at hand is the city of Berlin, the big ask seems somewhat mitigated. Since I'm more than likely jetting off to die Freie Universitaet Berlin for the first semester of the next academic year, I thought it appropriate to familiarise myself with the University...Result? Epic fail. I, instead, spent my time chiefly trawling through the archives of the best Berliner streetstyle blog - Stil in Berlin. I've been a fan since its conception but what wi

Going Hell-For-Leather.
I know it may seem like this blog is re-defining itself as an online haven for fetishwear what with all the mentions and desiring of leather but it's actually just the way the wardrobe's gone these past few weeks (leather...not fetishwear, sorry to disappoint Lynn & Horst lovers...). Just recently I've extended my collection with the aid of exceedingly chic vodka purveyors, Absolut, and the homme section of Zara.Me and gloves haven't ever really hit it off. Either I'm too cheap/just not that into them, or the ones I

Sjaak Hullekes secures Mercedez Benz Dutch Fashion Award 09.
You'd think that having a housemate who effuses spiels in Dutch every few seconds (we're talking ingredient-list-reading, back-of-book-blurb-reading, South-African-national-anthem-singing here...) such is his love for his Uni course, that I'd have had enough of anything remotely Nederlands-related, but given the country's menswear talent, you'd be so v. wrong.