Sunspel for Me!
I'm one of THOSE species now - thinking ahead to what seasonal veg I should be cooking with for dinner when the other half comes home and buying him basic tees when I think his white ones are looking a bit tired and not 100% whitey-white. Pass the sick bucket if you please.
I promise there is some sartorial pleasure to be had though from this gross domestication process. It might be a trickle of influence streaming from Steve's blogexcited about a grey jersey t-shirt by Japanese label Filmelange. In London, it's Sunspel that's currently winning the basics/undies stake. Redchurch Street is becoming domestic goddess haven for me. I might come out of the Tea Biscuit building having been in a meeting, feeling accomplished and then decide that I can retreat into homey mode by popping into Caravan and looking at Chandelier drops, buying a nice loaf of bread and homemade jam at Albion and then going into Sunspel for some bright whites that of course Steve needs to go under his shirts. Where's that bucket again?