Casketeers, Shrewsbury.

Good Friday really was a good day, better than Saturday anyway, Shrewsbury founded 800AD, Shropshire is a town I've visited a few times over the years with away matches, it was officially written off as double shit and not worth going to ever again, when they left the old hilariously titled Gay Meadow for the new unimaginatively titled New Meadow, probably the shittest lego flatpack ground I've ever visited - you know, one of those little thoughtless, soulless, characterless grounds dumped in a field seemingly in the middle of nowhere, like most modern stadiums these days. Anyway, enough of football, it has a tendency to ruin most things for me at the moment, so fuck it, I've never fully appreciated the charms of this medieval English market town before, with all the sights, smells and sounds of the more popular York or Chester, but less tourist traps and crowds, it was as you'd expect in oldly worldly England, a haven for great 'old man' pubs and ales galore.
With over six hundred listed rickety buildings probably older than God himself, it's a pleasant sight, whether you're into your history or not. Cut in half by the River Severn and just a bike ride away from Wales, featuring some spectacular scenery, what better a place than to seek out some pre googled pubs, scribbled on a waterproof notepad and nothing but our wits and a camera to see what we could find.












Notable residents of Shrewsbury included John Peel, Wilfred Owen, Tony Blair's dad, the lead singer of Mott The Hoople and most importantly big thinker and all round good egg, old Charles Darwin himself with whom they devoted a statue in the town centre. Shrewsbury is a nice place, the pubs were welcoming, the locals welcoming, what better place than the sit and watch the world (and scantily clad young ladies) go by than in a beer garden on the river, supping some nice locally brewed beers in the sunshine. Oh, and dogs swimming with ducks too.

Drifters.

Al Pacino and Gene Hackman in Jerry Schatzberg's seldom seen Scarecrow (1973), two opposites lumbered on the road together. Cooler than Steve McQueen's fridge.

PWVC S/S 11.

A look at a few of the highlights from PWVC's spring summer collection, starting with the 'Flying Parka' and a few key details, and the personal favourites for me, the 'Shacket' a nice chambray overshirt come jacket, and the 'Columbo' in lime green. This brand as mentioned previously is a pinnacle of English hand made craftsmanship. You can still see these up close and personal at the Pop up store at Cube,
47 Lamb’s Conduit Street, WC1N 3NG.

Capandula.

The recent released waxed 6876 Capandula, a collaboration with Scene. 1/60.

Quartermaster's Journal.

Just got this nice little mag from my pals at Heritage Research, released to accompany this seasons collection detailing the ideas and themes behind the garments, pretty in depth, plenty of pages and nice photography, a really good insight into one of the best British brands out there right now in my opinion. You should be able to pick this up for free in selected stockists.