The Thousands

While running the risk of being somebody who ejaculates all over themselves at the merest mention of design, I think there is something exciting about people who produce one thing and produce it well. Phuong and Seb are two such people. These guys make belts and they clearly don’t fuck around. Even the language of their belts gives me little frissons of pleasure: ‘Leather Keeper’, ‘Curved Tongue End’, ‘English Nickel Buckle’, ‘Double Butt Cow Leather’ (tee-hee). I don’t want to come over all hyperbolic but this may represent the platonic ideal of belting.

If one were inclined to take it to the next level, Phuong and Seb offer the ability to make custom orders, using any combination of materials and colours available with the option of personalised initial inscription. Let’s face it, a belt with your initials on it exists on a plane of bad assery occupied only by Steve McQueen and the ability to consistently identify what scent a woman is wearing. The way I see it, belts are basically hats for your genitals. So ask yourself, do you want your junk to look its best? If so, these belts are for you.