A Saturday afternoon archive of football scarves, hardwearing layers and the city uniform in motion.

The best street style is rarely assembled for the camera. It happens on the way to somewhere else: the jacket that has seen three winters, the scarf found in a market, the pair of trainers chosen because they can survive the walk home.
In Manchester, practicality is not the opposite of style. It is the local dialect. The interesting details appear when people bend the rules for themselves.

