Which Winter Style Tribe Are You Part Of?

Summer tends to flummox most men: too hot for easy jumpers and jeans which simplify winter months, and stressful in its sweaty closeness (there's nothing worse than a public transport back-drip).

But in winter, with the return of coats, woollens and big, chunky boots, we really come into our own. Some men, however, take winter fashion to an astral level — like these four style tribes who really, really love dressing for winter.

Macchiato Man

Though UK winter temperatures rarely drop below 5ºC, you can be sure that from the start of September till the end of March, Macchiato Man will sport his uniform of wet-look puffer jacket, ultra-slim jeans, hefty walking boots and oversized sunglasses day in, day out (though he'll swap the puffer for a padded gilet beneath his Neapolitan suit on smarter days). Highly practical (permanent-fixture shades notwithstanding), Macchiato Man also has a thing for futuristic-looking luxe trainers from Hogan, Tod's and Prada; and appears about as ready for an afternoon of heli-skiing as he does for a Saturday stroll to Partridges on the Kings Road (nothing like some overpriced tartufo secco to really get the weekend going). Conveniently, Macchiato Man's young wife and children dress exactly the same way he does, so winter shopping trips are done and dusted before you can say "pasta pomodoro".

The garb: Moncler puffer jacket, slim black jeans, Hogan or Tod's trainers, massive black sunglasses.

The habitat: The King's Road, Mayfair, Milan.

The accessory: A tiny, tiny dog.

Athleisure Trevor

Forget navy suits and boring brown shoes, Athleisure Trevor's wardrobe consists exclusively of compression leggings, too-tiny gym shorts, an array of mesh-knit running shoes in various shades of black and a vast selection of zip up hoodies which are great at "wicking". Supposedly. His style icon is Jamie Dornan's serial killer in The Fall, he attends Barry's Bootcamp at least seven times a week (though he secretly prefers Psycle), and he can regularly be heard complaining about "Doms", though who Dom is and what he's done wrong is anyone's guess. If forced to wear smarter attire, Athleisure Trevor will stick to what he knows and squeeze his pumped-up torso into a suit two sizes too small (what are clothes for if not to show off one's muscles?) His one vice? Wiggling the toes on his barefoot running trainers at his colleagues in the office lift: he knows it freaks them out.

The garb: Nike compression leggings, running trainers, hoodie, backpack etc.

The habitat: Third Space, Equinox and Whole Foods. Exclusively.

The accessory: His arms.

Urban Rocker

Winter is Urban Rocker's time to shine. The perfect opportunity to swish around in the drapey Saint Laurent cape coats and over-voluminous scarves (they're not pashminas, right?) he's been itching to wear all year, our man lives for layers — so long as they're black. Though he thinks himself a muse for the aforementioned Parisian brand and that he may actually be a wizard, he's tethered to earth by his two young kids (Martha and Betty), a wolfhound named Dave and the mortgage on a Dalston fixer-upper he bought "before the area was trendy". In addition to a penchant for pointy-toed, black leather Chelsea boots and black jeans so tight they could be mistaken at a glance for stockings, Urban Rocker has a well-paid, complicated sounding job in the creative industries, which he really is excellent at moaning about.

The garb: Oversized coat, tight black jeans, brown Chelsea boots, stupid hat.

The habitat: Any borough northeast of the Thames. Most probably Hackney (Waltham Forest, at a push).

The accessory: A moody frown.

Action Man

A lifelong Belstaff customer (he owns 46 waxed Roadmaster jackets) and a paid-up member of the South London Motorcycle Club, Action Man wears a Breitling Emergency (in case he gets lost on the M4 visiting his mum), takes flying lessons out of Duxford and rides a Triumph in to work every day. His favourite film is The Great Escape, but the closest he's ever come to a prison break is traversing the West Dulwich school run. Hardwearing outerwear aside, Action Man is passionate for APC selvedge jeans (the kind that crack when walking), heavy Red Wing boots (a few sizes too big), and those itchy fishermen's jumpers you find in army surplus stores (though he gets his from luxury brand Private White VC, made from expensive triple-ply cashmere). Holiday-wise it's Cornwall in summer, Scotland in winter, and given that he started balding early, it's panamas for the former and Lock & Co beanies for the latter. Dogs? Hundreds.

The garb: Belstaff biker jackets, Private White fisherman's jumpers, APC jeans, Red Wing boots.

The habitat: Dulwich, the inside of a waxed jacket.

The accessory: A Triumph, obvs.

Illustrations by Pete Gamlen