Nike Dunk openzedoor special

Check these puppies out. The very first openzedoor designed Nike Dunk, brought to you courtesy of a fancy little thing called Nike ID, which allows anyone to custom design their own trainers.

You could reproduce one of those super hard to find colourways like the Tiffany. But then why would you want to when you can have something infinitely more exclusive, and stick your name on the back, too?

Or just go for the openzedoor design, with its minty underlay and grey panelling, offset by a yellow swoosh and sidewall stitching. I kept the sidewalls white, because that's the way I roll.

If you go for these I would feel doubly honoured. Send us a picture of you rocking them and we could get a gallery going on. If you think you could do better, let's see it.

Ian Brown rocks the Cliffs Pavilion

Talking of monkeys, had an encounter with my favourite ape tonight. It's not very often that you get Ian Brown playing at your local venue, so hell or high water wouldn't have stopped me going to see him at the Cliffs Pavilion in Westcliff.

Now I'm a big fan of Ian Brown. I don't think he's ever made a bad tune. On top of that I credit him with a lot of the inspiration I've taken in the direction of my dressing. I know I wouldn't have had such an obsession with Bathing Ape if it wasn't for him.

Mind you, Ian Brown's dress sense certainly wasn't what had rubbed off on the fan in front of me. That fella was obviously more interested in the singer's trademark dance - circa Stone Roses.

This bloke, with his black and white tracksuit top zipped up to the neck, was having it. Arms out, leaning so far back he was almost horizontal, he Madchester marched through the entire gig, from M13 to F.E.A.R to the wicked Fools Gold encore and the penultimate Stellify.

That man might have been from Essex, but tonight, he had Manchester in his heart.

As for the Monkey Man himself, he put on a rousing performance, and it was heartening to see his dress style was still an inspiration. It was difficult to tell what he was rocking in terms of brands, but at a guess it was a W)Taps tee, zipped marl grey hoodie, Fragment jeans, Didn't catch the kicks. Oh and those shades that he always wears. Legend.

If you're wondering what that blurry thing is at the top of the post, that is my Blackberry's pathetic attempt at taking a picture. Don't get one.

Cardigans: Three I've found

I'm not going to labour this cardigan thing too long, especially seeing as it's no longer a lazy Sunday.

But yesterday's cardigan piece got me thinking a bit about what might be around in terms of button up, knitted snugability for this season. A quick trawl has turned up some very decent options - so decent in fact that I wouldn't know which one I would go for myself, if I was in the market. So it's over to you.

First up is a CP Company three quarter length knit, grey, naturally, and full-on chunksville, with a couple of hip pockets for you mits, epaulettes for the military edge, and a hood, for looking mean I guess.

Then you have Dunhill's superb cable knit offering, with the added option of genuine mammoth tooth buttons, if you fancy forking out the additional grand or two for them. Even without the flashy toggles it's a tempting proposition.

Then you have Obey's Bounty shawl neck for this winter. Nice and chunky, that neutral grey again, and equipped with a couple of nice pockets and more importantly, with Christmas round the corner, an OK price.

When you have that lot at your disposal, who gives a monkeys about the weather?

Chunky cardigans: Perfect for crappy Sundays

How totally crap is the weather today? I know it's almost December but come on. Come. On.

Still, howling gales and driving rain can make for the perfect Sunday. One during which you do absolutely bugger all, because, let's face it, what is there really to do?

On a Sunday such as this, I prefer to indulge in such luxurious pursuits as having a lie in, eating a bacon sarnie, having a cup of freshly brewed coffee, watching rubbish on the telly, getting the fire roaring, all while kitted out in a nice cosy cardie.

There's something about those chunky knits that say: "today I will mostly wear my slippers and walk quite slowly."

I have a cardie reserved in my wardrobe for this purpose. It is this Obey shawl neck. A couple of years old, a bit bobbled, suitably hefty buttons and a neutral grey.

It's got Sunday written all over it, mataphorically speaking. I can't imagine owning a cardigan which actually has Sunday written all over it. That would be vile.

Pictured: Obey shawl neck cardigan; Visvim Madras shirt, Tudor Submariner; Oliver Peoples glasses.

Visvim C Pollard: Winter unveiling

Just to let you know, winter's here. Gales, storms, tornados, fire, brimstone, we've got the lot. It seems like it was only last month that we were basking in the soothing rays of an Indian summer. That's because it was.

But all that is so yesterday now that the chill winds are whipping up from the estuary. Time for the annual ritual of digging out my winter wardrobe.

This consists of the coats and jackets that I really can't wear all year round, unless I want to look like someone without a home. Obviously the scarves have been out for a couple of weeks now, and those damn Visvim Serra boots, which I might actually have broken in by May 2011.

But now it's time for phase two of the winter wardrobe unveiling. Thick wool overcoats, fine knit sweaters for work, and my favourite winter piece of all time, the Visvim C Pollard insulator jacket.

This is essentially a bomber jacket which weighs about a gram, is filled with this hollowfibre stuff that is toasty and windproof all in one, and which folds away into its own little pocket, although the only time I tried to do that it burst a stitch.

The Pollard comes out when the weather gets really nasty. It's like the security guard of my wardrobe, there to see me through the bleakest times.

Come on winter, let's see how hard you are now.

On this: Micro turnups

This super tiny turn-up thing is something I've been seeing a bit more of recently. It first came to my attention in the summer.

Maybe it's a follow on from the bike craze sweeping London - roll up your troos so they don't get wrecked by your chain.

Whatever, it must play havoc with your ankles, especially with winter knocking on the door.

This is a look I wish I could rock, but somehow I just can't see myself being able to step out with my head held high knowing that a sizeable proportion of my white, hairy ankles were on show, like a chicken leg waiting to be put in the oven.

And while we're at it, a quick style note: If you discover your friend (you can just see him behind) has also rolled up his trousers in the exact same manner, decide which of you is going to unroll them. Because when it's two of you standing there with turn-ups like this, the look transforms from cool and street to children's TV presenter double act. And no one wants that, do they?

For sale: Supreme Damien Hirst Box logo tee

Here it goes then. One momento of a Saturday spent waiting in line, now available on Ebay. As you will know from my previous post, this is the Damien Hirst Supreme tee I waited outside Dover Street Market to secure, only to find I was number 21 in the queue, when 20 tees were available.

This tee therefore is already blessed with good fortune thanks to one of the Brighton lads who bought it for me along with his skateboard, at great personal risk.

So you are looking at more than a Supreme tee touched by the hand of Damien Hirst (actually it probably wasn't. Ever. More likely a tee-shirt printer). This is a tee also glowing with nice karma. Only good things can happen to you when you wear this.

Shame it's too big for me.

Buy it. Size large.