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pring is always a nightmare of a time, coat-wise. You need something capable of facing every whimsical bit of rain, sunshine or frost. The only conceivable way of managing this is to own a trench coat. The trench is categorically a superhero suit for the ordinary man, even if it does make you run the risk of looking like a stripper. If you are going to opt for the trench over a waxy Barbour or a generic padded monstrosity, you might as well do it properly: the Burberry trench. The Holy Grail of trenches. It is the coat that miraculously gathers every cluttered aspect of your life into coherent togetherness. It smoothes you out and scythes every frayed edge of your personality with a swathe of clean lines and a deftly knotted waist belt. Even if underneath you are an utter mess, a Burberry trench will fool everyone into thinking you are as smart and slick as your coat. Really, the trench is quite the weapon of mass delusion. Even if you were hit by a bus and had obscene underwear on underneath,

A Burberry Trench will fool everyone into thinking you are as smart and chic as your coat onlookers wouldn’t give a toss because they would be so struck by your effortless chic. You could chuck on a Parka and drown your woes in orange padding and faux fur, but I don’t think it would have quite the same effect. The trench says something, and Burberry’s recent “Art of the Trench” collaborative photography project, documenting how people wear it, proves just how versatile and ageless it is. Shove one over a classic little black dress or dinner suit, pair with floral summery dresses and raggedy jeans, and somehow, bizarrely, you still look like you didn’t just frenetically rip any old thing off the hanger when you got up. A trench nonchalantly slots over your life and holds you all in – unlike most overcoat contraptions, which seem to insist on either fitting your shoulders or looking attractive buttoned up: never both. Also, that off-white khaki is the sort of beige which slathers you in sophistication and eases every situation – grubby fingered grandchildren, sea-spray on beach rambles, war zones, business meetings, classy minibreaks, robberies, the lot. The only thing it doesn’t go with is a uniform. But the fact it goes best with nothing on underneath more than enough makes up for that.



The art of shaving

Why the double-edged razor is far superior to the disposable


o thought goes into the modern shave. You hastily slap on some foam from a can, scrape a threebladed disposable across your face and that’s it, you’re done and dissatisfied. Whatever happened to the art of traditional shaving? In my twenties, I remember taking time shaving with a double-edged razor, not like how I rush today with a disposable. Wanting to experience a shave similar to the one I used to have, I set about finding traditional grooming equipment on the internet. I soon came across a website that sold old-style shaving gear, so I bought a starter kit. It contained a badger-haired brush (Edwin Jagger), lavender shaving cream, a robust double-edged safety razor (Merkur) and replacement blades. When the time came to have a shave I set about doing it properly. I began by wrapping a hot flannel around my

beard to open the pores of my skin. I then submerged the badger-haired brush in warm water and swirled it around in the shaving cream tub. Using the brush to lather up the cream around my face prepared my bristles for the blades by taking away any dead skin, something that is almost unheard of now. Taking the razor, I shaved, being careful not to press down too hard; a habit formed from years of using a disposable. These tools provided me with a shave I haven’t had for many years. The cream and brush helped to prepare my skin, which it wasn’t used to, and the double-edged razor cut hairs closer than a disposable ever did – making my skin feel akin to a newborn’s posterior. Disposing of the disposable was a good step for me. Rediscovering the art of the traditional shave means I won’t suffer the dissatisfaction modern shaving brings ever again. JB

A moment in fashion T D ’ S

he octor s n 1974, costume designer James Acheson gave an extremely efficient find something to rival knitter named Begonia Pope a bag of the sprawling majesty of wool and asked her to create a scarf for Baker’s neckwear the new lead in Doctor Who. The result was It’s understandable really: a 14ft-long creation that wound around The Doctor, with his long Tom Baker’s neck as he battled aliens and stripy scarf, always had travelled through time. No wonder sales of a girl on his arm wool soared that year. or in his Doctor Who scarves stayed in fashion for TARDIS. about two years in the ‘70s, but they have He reappeared countless times since, on both could do catwalks and city streets. just about Of all the Doctors there have been, anything Baker’s trademark appearance sticks with his sonic most in people’s mind: more so than screwdriver, and John Pertwee’s ruffled dinner shirt, Peter he saved the world Davison’s cricket kit or the recently on a weekly basis. departed David Tennant’s Converse It’s small mercy trainers and skinny suit. The Doctor has that the wayward regenerated 11 times, and his new costume curls and dodgy has always been as eagerly-awaited as his cape didn’t catch new catchphrase and companion. But, on. AJ in my humble opinion, we have yet to



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