Trousers come from Carhartt, trainers come from GEOX
As you get older, if you're a Shoreditch tech geek, two things start to spoil your fashion life. Â Firstly, your waist gets bigger so those slinky jeans start biting your beer gut. Â Secondly, your chunky DC Shoe Company trainers start to get a bit fruity and the smart, clean smelling people in offices who you work with can smell them. Â There. Â I've said it. Â I guess I never noticed when IÂ spent most of my life in a studio full of skinny people with stinky old trainers, or because I was smoking a ten deck of Marlborough lights every day between lunch and dinner so I mostly smelled of fags which covered a multitude of sins. Â
Then one day you find yourself trying to squeeze into a pair of slacks that say 36 inch waist but you suspect it's more likely centimetres. Â Enter Carhartt. Â For the last ten years I've never worn anything else. Â I walk a lot, they don't wear out where my thighs rub together. They say 36 and feel like a 38, meaning you feel thinner than you obviously are. Â You feel good, and you know they'll last forever. Â I've got Carhartts that are five years old, they're still going stung. Â I've taken to walking between meetings. Â I might walk from Shoreditch to Covent Garden, Victoria, wherever a few times a week. Â I got some Gap Khakis in their half price promo offer six months ago and they're letting fresh air in round my nether regions. Â I've stopped shopping for trousers now. Â I get 36 inch Carhartts in various shades of black, grey, blue, green, brown and that's it. Â For the rest of my life. Â Job done.
With shoes, I've always shied away from GEOX because they look like uncool Euro shoes and not a proper brand. Â Then I had a child and GEOX market themselves hard to them. Every day between Bob the Builder and Rory the Racing Car I got kids dancing around in GEOX. Â Shoes that breathe eh? Â They are awesome. Â Two years back I was covering all three political party conferences (in my Carhartts) back to back running a live social media news feed. Â That's working from breakfast until 2 am, tweeting, interviewing, blogging. Â You're on your feet all day. Â I did it in 2009 and by the end of conference two (Labour in Brighton) my shoes smelled like dead badgers. Disasterous when you're trying to do a live interview in the press room with Ed Milliband, fortunately he had a stinking cold and didn't notice, but I did. Â It was shameful. Â 2010 was different. Â By the end of it my first pair of GEOX shoes smelled slightly less fresh than they did when I bought them, but no more than say a jacket or a pair of gloves. Â I've never gone back. Â Now I wear brightly coloured Euro trainers everywhere. Â They also keep your feet cooler so you sweat less. Â It's win:win.
So if you see a fortysomething Shoreditch tech geek in baggy Carhartts and acid yellow Euro trainers, you will know two things. Â Firstly, he's never going to buy a pair of Levis or Nikes. Â Secondly, his shoes smell great and he's got room under his belt for a big lunch and a lot a lager without any danger of feeling like he's going to burst the button off his waistband. Â For everything below my waist (that you can see) shopping is over.













