"Our sixth issue addresses the eternal theme of pain. The pain of lost love, fading memories, indecisive visits to one’s tailor, the withering flower of civilization...
It’s all in here, and explored exhaustively over the course of the usual twenty-something original long-form articles, spread over almost 300 pages.
In this issue, Berlin-based bespoke tailor Maximilian Mogg waxes eloquent about his love for fencing and why its practice requires proper high-waisted trousers. We got drunk with Savile Row legend Bob Bigg, of Whitcomb & Shaftesbury, at a black-tie dinner do and somehow convinced him to make our editor a beautiful double-breasted suit from vintage cloth. We speak to him about the good old days, training new tailors, and his specific cutting style and how it compares to more recent cutting trends.
We send professional photographer and trusted booze man Hanson Leatherby around various of London’s more characterful pubs, and compare the cost of their cheapest pint with the quality or otherwise of their loo. This was the experiment that needed to happen.
In Porto, we feast our eyes and souls on the city’s best-dressed—naturally those of the older generations, whose clothing still exudes more than a vestige of the old nobility and decency all but lost to us modernity-dwellers. Continuing in our musing, we trace the mystery of just why so much beauty has been let go to ruin in a noir-style photo essay cum mystery story.
Our second chapter houses enough essays and stories to get you through just about any place you’d rather not be or anything that you’d rather not be doing, including a gritty horror story about loneliness, the city, and shoes; a moving and sharply wrought tale about a magic shirt; a piece tracing the difference between wine and beer drinkers with far-reaching conclusions; and, well, a great deal more."
