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Issue 33 (Spring 2026)

 
 

Although our summer issue, this paper also has one foot in the spring and the other in autumn and presents fashions suitable for both the warmer days and chill evenings. In a timely manner, Men’s File’s collaboration with Dege & Skinner and Candiani Denim has resulted in a blazer that might be equally suited to punting on the Cam or pounding the sun-baked tarmac on the narrow streets of Harajuku. The Hemi-powered rag-top rarity the Dual Ghia, evokes balmy July evenings with the top down and the music up loud, and Jamie Delaney’s workshop ride-out captures the last of the summer sun in deepest Norfolk. We are a magazine for all seasons and our theme for issue 34, which is headwear, gives us ample opportunity to invite some of the most directional street stylists in the vintage and revival scene to show us their best.

Noel Coward’s parody of the Englishman abroad (Only Mad Dogs etc.), noted that it was foolhardy to leave the house without your hat, especially in warmer climes. In this issue we provide visual evidence that seeks to support the notion that a man leaving home sans chapeau is not merely a sign of temporary insanity, but a faux pas without equal. While a hat adds stature, poise and purpose to a person’s appearance, the angle at which it’s worn hints at the character of the wearer and perhaps their mood. There can be a performative element to sporting a titfer that makes a statement, however the more it’s worn, the more subtle the performance. In other words, a hat worn day and night becomes a part of individual’s sartorial landscape and any associations with theatrics dissolve. The idea being that the hat wearer is able to create a state of nature in which the headwear in question is hardly noticed as an object in its own right, but manifests as an extension of the person. When we think of Jett in Giant or Johnny in The Wild One, the first image that comes to mind is not an isolated hat, but the entire person and the mood their appearance evoked. However, take that hat away, and the mood shifts dramatically. I started wearing a cycling cap as a committed fixed-wheel rider in the 1980s and since then I feel naked without my head being covered by some functional or elegant headpiece. For an epitaph on my gravestone, it might well say, “He died with his hat on.”

Featuring and produced by enthusiasts for mid-century and wider aesthetics, Men’s File continues to search for the new while unapologetically referencing the old.