For centuries, the height of couture for a man of means and manners was the military uniform, tailored to suit. This look was attractive without being studied or pretentious, as a gentleman would have his uniform proscribed by his regiment, after which it would be laid out by a valet or underofficer. The ideal, carried over into civilian dress of ( Read more... )

We've been robbed!

Sometime last night a very clever criminal disabled the CCTV on the Secret Loading Dock, loaded up all the remaining talents of sheep poo, and made off with them. He or she left us a ream of sheep poo paper, as if to mock us ( Read more... )

According to Gwen, April is Poetry Appreciation Month. To this end she's been hanging up Inspriational Poems and sonnets and things in the Hub.

I have casually altered these according to Torchwood's mission statement.

Go placidly amid the noise and haste
And remember what peace there may be in Stun Guns...In the spirit of the season and in ( Read more... )

Spring is in the air (along with the only slightly fetid smell of wet dog) and that means wardrobe changes, even in Cardiff. Lighter fabric weights, looser cuts, and that all important "summer look" for the two days of the year when it doesn't rain in Cardiff.

"But Ianto," you say. "I'm a fashion-conscious man! All couture is focused on making ( Read more... )

Jack doesn't like the new Public Awareness poster I made. He emitted a shriek of terror manly bellow of surprise when I asked him to proof it.


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There's been so much talk of wank lately. Really, it's overwhelming. At first I was pleased, because of course who doesn't enjoy that sort of thing now and again? It's a great comfort in times of stress.

Then, of course, I realised it was a very different sort of wanking ( Read more... )

Well. You leave the internet alone for one day while arguing with your coworkers about whether Miley Cyrus looked more like a Christmas Tree or a Wedding Cake on the red carpet and all hell breaks loose ( Read more... )

Of the many things I am fond of -- cider, Hitchcock films, the Moschino fashion aesthetic, women, men -- there are few things I am more fond of than the combination of snack food and the opportunity to be sarcastic (clearly I work for the right person ( Read more... )

WHAT, puppies. WHY.

I swear to god, Jack, if you sicc'd the internet on me because of puppies I will find out, because I know everything, and then I'm going to let Gwen redecorate your office.

She's thinking batiks.

Batiks, Jack.

I must say I am not entirely pleased with the design houses lately. The 2009 collections show a definite lack of couture male businesswear capable of withstanding multiple bulletholes without becoming passe.


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