Journal

Too bold to call this the platonic ideal of a tracksuit? The kind equally fitting for a jaunt to the Spurstowe Arms for smoked mozzarella focaccia and a swift pint as it is patrolling the touchline with eleven of your most-hungover mates gasping and gamboling around the pitch as you bark futile instruction.

Our path to biodynamic grower Alfie Nickerson didn’t begin in the perfumed fields of Norfolk but under the jaundiced lights of a seven-a-side pitch in W10, where people pay to run themselves into the astroturf for no glory and scant reward save the small salvation of a cold pint at full-time. Our founder Nico was there every Monday night. Alfie was too.

For our new collection, we went on a pilgrimage back to the origins of the game, delving deep into the rugged beauty of British folklore, and the heart of ancient traditions - the sun, the ball, and the sacred grounds of common worship where the roots of football and folklore intertwine.

Rudi Minto de Wijs is a curator and writer whose work spans contemporary art, music, and community projects that champion inclusivity and celebrate diasporic culture. He is currently Head of Curation at Jumbi Peckham. Based in Margate, he landed there almost by accident after coming for a day trip.

A writer’s complicated relationship with the pantomime, myth (and correct pronunciation) of the Hammers. Words by Sam Diss.

On the soft sands of Ipanema, Rio, under the gaze of the Two Brothers mountain, a game plays out that is as much ritual as it is sport. The ball rarely touches the ground. It moves between bare chests, toes, shoulders and thighs with effortless grace. This is Altinha.