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Garth's just burnt some toast. It stinks. Thank fuck then, for Pringle of Scotland, who are providing us with a large gulp of fresh air courtesy of their just-released Resort 2017 campaign. Because she's in a field, which we are going

I know it means you're boring or something if you can't talk about anything else but the weather has been really shit lately. It's June for goodness sake, it's supposed to be sunshine, shorts and sunglasses. Instead it's just doom

Resort, for those of you who do not come from the British Isles, is in our fair land, also known as cruise. Not as in cruising, though, cruising being a popular activity in our office, also requires a specific wardrobe,

Giant fucking pansies. Nope, not referring to my esteemed colleagues, but Christopher Kane's Resort 2017 collection, shown this afternoon in at his Mount Street abode. Because there, amongst an exclusive gathering of fashion sorts, the common or garden flower was

Lucky, lucky fashion folk that we are, we spent yesterday not chained to our desks doing such important tasks as well, answering the occasional email, but instead it was off to Blenheim Palace, ancestral pile of the Duke of Malborough for

Oscar Niemeyer once said that the curves of his concrete building were intended to mimic “the curves that I find in the mountains of my country, in the sinuousness of its rivers, in the waves of the ocean, and on the body of