There’s only one man I could ever marry. That man is Hugh Fearnley-Wittingstall. Let’s examine the facts. *Puts on glasses* Well, he wears a jumper well. He has a slightly suave accent. He squints a bit in his glasses, in a clever-looking way. He knows to how rear animals and organise a last-minute al-fresco lunch... Continue Reading →
Secret Style Icon No.17: Secret Agent Dale Cooper
"Harry, I'm going to let you in on a little secret: every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it; don't wait for it; just let it happen. It could be a new shirt in a men's store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot, black, coffee."... Continue Reading →