Style Salvage took a look at my coat collection (and, by extension, my style). Go gawp at it.

So David and Phillip asked me to document one day of my life for the release of Patrice’s new album. I’m included with a whole bunch of ‘tastemakers’ and good folks like Eugene from Hypebeast, Jay from BKRW, Levi Maestro and so on (and Patrice himself, who’s cooler than I could ever be).

Go take a look at it.

It’s all a bit boring, wouldn’t you agree? Menswear, I mean. We’ve reached tipping point when it comes to the amount of chambray, oxfords, bretons and ‘honest fabrics’ doing the rounds. The problem with ‘honest, lasting’ fabrics is that, you know, they actually last. Meaning you don’t need to buy so many of them. Which should, in theory, mean that companies shouldn’t make so many of them. That’s not been the case. I’m not saying that I don’t like any of the aforementioned garments – I have more than one of each – but I don’t need to re-buy the same thing every season.

So what do you do if you’re a man like me and want to mix it up? You start wearing floral printed corduroy. It’s the logical solution.

I’m not joking, this is my next purchase.

My main problem with good taste – or, to be exact, today’s definition of good taste – is that it’s easy. Anyone can look good wearing a white shirt, indigo jeans and tan shoes. It’s the style equivalent of sleep walking. It’s also the reason why phrases like ‘pull off’ are so overused on men’s style blogs. No one can say that being plain Jane stylish is easy, hence why everything has to be ‘pulled off’ like it’s a military suicide mission.

Blogs have turned into those people who have to make everything at their jobs sound like a near impossible task, lest you realise that things aren’t that difficult after all. You don’t have to pull off a backpack, jeans or a striped shirt. You just put it on. Regardless of how impossible all these blogs make things sound, it’s not hard to look good.

Which is why I’ll be nearly all floral everything come this winter. For better or worse.

I was recently featured over in Style Salvage’s style stalking feature, go take a look to see how I dress.

Steve McQueen is one of those men that other men have a crush on. Men’s fashion blogging is overflowing with tributes, essays on his style and photo posts showing his every movement. While everyone looking up to the same person can lead to a samey outlook – ‘Indie’ music suffers from this, everyone loves the same bands and everyone starts to sound the same – his status as a style icon is undeniable.

ASOS know this and decided to write an imaginary Q&A, asking him about his style.

I don’t write for Kempt, but if I did this would definitely be listed under ‘bad idea’.

Sometimes inspiration crosses over into straight copying. Take this Burton shirt for example, which bears more than a passing resemblance to an Alexander McQueen shirt.

Any shop that doesn’t stock size 46 footwear can piss off. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Just to clarify, I don’t mean shops that run out of large sizes quickly – that’s to be expected, I mean shops that don’t even give the option anything over an 11. People with big feet like to wear nice footwear too. Rant over.

*This post was inspired by Kyle Hackett’s rant about brands that start their sizing at medium.

P.S The size 12 I refer to is a UK 12, which is a US 13.

Due to my bizarre thought process, there’s a whole host of items I can never wear. Not because they’re ugly per se – some of them look great on other people, but on me they just look a little, um, for want of a better word, coontastic. Here’s a run down of a couple of pieces I can’t wear.

Baker Boy hats

On anyone else, they look great and stylish – they were a key piece in Burberry’s AW08 show for gawd’s sake. But if I put one on, I look like I’m about to say ‘Howdy boss! Your shoes need shining today?’

Big bowties

This is an odd one as I have no problem with thin bow ties – I have a couple – but big bowties always look me like this picture below.

Please note that I’m aware he’s not wearing a bow tie in the picture, but the connotation remains the same in my mind. If I put on a big bow tie I look like I’m one step away from pulling this face and randomly teaching folks how to dance. It’s simple mathematics – Black man + big bow tie = singing, dancing and general coonery.