Inbetweeners

So Autumn is here there's no doubt, and as our friend the Sartorialist has noticed, as well many a men's fashion editor that its that funny time between being warm and cold. We're digging out the light knit pieces, think cardigans, simple thin cashmeres and grey hooded tops over tee's. Can our beloved espadrilles make it a week or two longer...feet in socks just feels so wintery.

Our favorite piece has to be a cashmere hooded top from Marc Jacobs, one the most discreet luxury items around and a godsend for any flight with an over-enthusiastic captain who insists the aircon be colder than the Arctic! Ours is a cheeky freebie from the mainline collection...with a price tag more than most people's monthly salary we'll stick to the Marc by Marc Jacobs variety next time we need to actually buy one

Brrrrrrrrr!

Eat me!

The Established Man has just returned from a rare weekend in the country...hidden away amongst the rolling hills of Sussex. Ok there was an illegal rave on the Estate bordering The Established Man's country getaway, we weren't bothered had it not been for their appalling taste in music.

But one discovery that had us whipping on a pair of wellies and a couple of terries quicker than an illegal raver to a stash of cannabis was this seasons crop of blackberries. No, not the small communications device that makes every waking hour of our day a living hell, but the fruit variety that makes dreamy crumbles and warming jams. Our freezer is stocked. Let the crumbles commence.

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We're back...after something of an absence. Put it down to exhaustion across the board...we've overdosed on Festival frivolities...The Great Escape, Glastonbury, Lovebox and Reading, our Hunter wellington boots have sprung a leak as a result! Add to that a lot of time spent in airports en route to here, there and bloody everywhere it seems. But its September time and like an inverted wild animal we're out of our summer hibernation just as Miss. Tiggywinkle and her fluffy friends chez Madame Potter go into hibernation. Bon Nuit little friends.

As the tendrils of Autumn reach ever further, growing thicker and thicker London town has woken up from its summer siesta. The children are back at school...as are their mothers who seem to drive an armada of tanks bigger than the year before, we rather liked the discussions on the Today programme on Radio 4 last week about school pressures and a particular purple protractor belonging to Arabella Weir's daughter... a purple protractor? We never had such coloured mathematical hardware back in the day.

So expect a bevvy of posts to come...every gallery worth their weight in white spaciousness seems to have had an opening from the East to the West and the fashion set have flown the flag just as high with a grand night out last week in honor of fashion night out. This week sees the fashion pack arrive in London and give it a month and it will be time for Frieze Art Fair..crazy times...but we think that in between these two mega events there might well be time for a little trip to LaLa land? Who knows.