Tokyo Diaries, Day 6
Tokyo Diaries, Day 6

Part of a journal series about a trip to Tokyo. Photos by Alex Scharf

The Julius flagship is a small shop in Diakanyama, and it is maybe a bit out of place on the pristine streets of the area. I was expecting, I don't know, a hidden entrance through the back wall of a ramen shop, past a man selling eyeballs. No, it's up a flight of stairs on the second floor of a respectable-looking building. 

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A Sea of Sand
A Sea of Sand

A Star Wars-inspired editorial. Words by Jasper Lipton. Photos by Ian Lipton

TRANSMISSION TYPE: Data Recording, Excerpt 1/3

DESCRIPTION: Crash Log

PARTIES: Two (Human)

LOCATION: Blenjeel

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A Sunday Drive
A Sunday Drive

An editorial showcase. Words by Jasper Lipton. Photos by Ian Lipton. Cars from Lucian.

These days, 188 horsepower doesn’t sound like much. Most Camry models come with more. But the beauty of a great automobile is that joy isn't solely dependent on numbers. The numbers that do count? 1980. 911. 1975. 2002. 

As in, a 1980 Porsche 911 SC and a 1975 BMW 2002, two examples of aging sports cars that are still wonderfully engaging. We met up with my friend Lucian to talk Styleforum's spring GMTO projects, look at cars, and most importantly - go for a drive.

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On the Road with No Man Walks Alone
On the Road with No Man Walks Alone

Pictures from a good time. Photos by Ian Lipton.

Styleforum took some of No Man Walks Alone's fall standouts on a road trip across Colorado.

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Pitti Uomo 86: The Land of the Lotus Eaters
Pitti Uomo 86: The Land of the Lotus Eaters

Part of a series about Menswear's biggest circus, Pitti Uomo. Words and pictures mine.

Via Faenza, Florence. It is early. 8:30 AM. The sun is out. I am standing on a terrace. It is hot. There are no mimosas. I did not sleep much. I considered not coming, considered sleeping in, considered letting David handle this mess. I’m lying to myself. How could I not come? How could I not bathe in the regal glow of the Florentine fashion illuminati? 

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