In the fields, the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps on turning.

Photo by Bruce Davis.

This SCREAMS Paul Harnden Shoemakers, a poetic English label often heralded by those in the know, both here in NYC and abroad.

Despite their embittered and grizzled faces, I don’t think one can help but offer up a certain romanticism for something that has long since superseded the decades that we’ve been alive.

Paul Harnden Shoemakers–available at IF SOHO. Go to the pub, come home, pattern something old and sew like a drunken monkey; call it romantic, charge $1,600. You, too can look like the guys above.