I’m not going to be that Brit that complains when it rains and then complains its too damn hot. But really, it’s been kind of too hot in London recently. Become vaguely active or indeed just try and sleep in a duvet-covered bed, and you’ll realise just how humid this city has become. Tossing, turning, huffing and puffing quickly ensues. Thus I’ve become incredibly grateful for anything that is inherently easy and breezy in its inception. And what’s breezier than an actual air vent at the back of a crisp white shirt, complete with black grosgrain laces none the less. Not much I imagine. I’m powerless to the charms of a great pirate shirt at the best of times, but when you’re in the thick of summer and holding your arms away from your body just to catch some of that sweet cool breeze feels like a little slice of heaven, there’s never been a greater wardrobe addition.