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A Visit to Walker Slater in Edinburgh, Scotland

While I was in Edinburgh this past week, performing in the Fringe Festival, I took the opportunity to stop by Walker Slater, the town’s premier menswear shop. Endinburgh’s a beautiful, gloomy town, hung with fog even at the height of summer, and Walker Slater is perfectly suited for its environment. Inside are warm woolens, worn leather and plenty of tweed.

The shop began in the 1980s featuring more standard fashion fare, but the owners quickly found that despite Edinburgh’s status as one of the cultural capitals of Scotland, which itself is the world’s capital of tweed, there wasn’t much decent tweed to be found. They experimented with tweed trousers, sold them quickly, and within a few years they were off to the races, leaving t-shirts behind in favor of breeks and braces.

The shop offers one of the widest selections of tweeds I’ve had the chance to see in a clothing store. There are serious, sedate tweed suits and bold, outrageous ones. Something for every occasion. A handsome and dandyish Kenyan man who worked for the United Nations was placing a made-to-measure order when I stopped in. One sportcoat relatively serious, one with a blinding red overcheck. Both looked like they’d come out looking tremendous.

One of the things that impressed me most about Walker Slater was the price point. These weren’t Chester Barrie-made supersuits, but the quality was solid, and the prices were quite reasonable. I was lusting after a £125 shirt jacket, and sportcoats ran £390. I also had to remind myself that I lived in Los Angeles to help restrain myself from grabbing a whole stack of their lovely moleskin trousers, including some in ivory white.

I had a bit of a chat with the shop manager, and he told me that the owners really prioritize keeping the retail prices reasonable, which I always appreciate. They’re also, of course, selling own-brand merchandise without a middleman. Most trousers and shirts are made in the UK, and most of the tailored clothes are made in a British-owned factory in Portugal.

The shop offers a line of very traditional tweeds, with full-cut trousers and strong shoulders. They also offer a more contemporary style, and both are executed well. I was particularly impressed with their modest collection of casual clothes, which was classic but not at all fusty. Think E. Tautz or Nigel Cabourn. They even have a lovely ladies’ shop a few doors down.

It was a real pleasure, amidst the hubbub of the Fringe, to stumble into this home-grown gem. If you’re in Edinburgh (or London, where they have another outpost), it’s very much worth stopping in.

Walker Slater, 16-20 Victoria St, Edinburgh & 845 Fulham Road, London
(and online at

(Photos by Jesse Thorn)

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Sneak peek at the S/S 14 Brunello Cucinelli Collection from my Pitti Uomo 84 Trip. Full feature —>

All items are Brunello Cucinelli 

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Sunday details.

DB jacket (in piqué cotton), Scalpers. Shirt, Schoffa Made-to-measure. Trousers, PT01 (Paisley Chino). Driving shoes, Schoffa. Belt, Anderson’s. Pocket square, Schoffa.

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I know what I deserve.

Lately, I have has a sense that maybe some people that I have known for some years believe that my taste in men or the physical and character expectation of the man I want to marry is out of my “League” or “Unrealistic”. And to you I say, Thank You.  Thank you for failing at being a good friend. Thank you for showing your true nature as a person and follower of Christ. 

 Excuse me for refusing to settle for just any guy. Excuse me for reserving my heart, emotions and body for the ONE man worthy of asking my Saviour for them. Who are you to tell me that I’m “too picky” or “superficial” just because my body may not equal that of what I like in a man physically.

This drives me. It drive me to believe that I am worthy of a GREAT man. It drives me to literally work my butt off at the gym so when that man comes around, he not only seeing a gorgeous Puerto Rican, he sees a woman of God that knows her worth. 

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