Gentlemen, tired of gifting the same old predictable presents? Does your discerning friend already own a solid gold toothpick and a self-folding laundry robot? Then behold: The Brick Sixty Coal Yard London Brick (£75). Yes, you read that right. A brick. But not just any brick, mind you. This is a LIMITED EDITION, matt black
Forget your fancy lavender and sea breeze nonsense, fellas. If you want your bachelor pad to truly scream masculinity, you need the Tallgrass Cattleman Candle ($50). Inspired by Texan cattle drives of yesteryear, this bad boy promises to fill your abode with the essence of the American West. Now, we’re not entirely sure what that
Ever wondered what happened to Homer Simpson’s spectacularly disastrous car, “The Homer”? Well, B2Bot Workshop has the answer, and it’s about as depressing (and hilarious) as you’d imagine: utter abandonment. Behold “The Abandoned Homer Figure,” (£216) a hand-painted masterpiece in plastic showcasing Homer’s automotive folly, rusted, graffitied, and thoroughly Springfield-ified. This isn’t just a model;
Gentlemen, are you tired of arriving at your destination looking less “refined urbanite” and more “soggy cyclist”? The solution, my friends, is the Brooklyn Bicycle Co Bedford 8 Bike ($599). This isn’t some lycra-clad, lung-busting machine; this is your essential commuter, designed for gliding around town without breaking a sweat (or your carefully coiffed hairstyle).
Gentlemen, ditch the bonsai and embrace the bone-zai! LEGO’s Jurassic World T-Rex Fossil set ($249.99)is here to inject some prehistoric swagger into your living room. Forget subtle décor; this 3,145-piece beast lets you build a 1:12-scale T-Rex skeleton, complete with posable everything. Imagine: you, sipping scotch, casually adjusting your T-Rex’s jaw. “Oh, this old thing?”
Gentlemen, tired of staring at that motivational “Live, Laugh, Lager” poster? Upgrade your décor with the Mikkeller “Horchata Mild” print (£44). Yes, it’s based on a beer label. No, it doesn’t smell like horchata (sadly). Imagine: guests arrive, eyes drawn to your wall. “Ah,” they’ll say, “a connoisseur of fine art, and presumably, delicious beer.”