I was at the airport with my sister and her two daughters (aged four and two) about to fly to Christchurch on Wednesday, when a young guy with a very broken arm came up to me. “You’re Isaac, right?” he asked. “Yessir!” I replied. “My name’s Josh and I own a New Zealand eyewear company named Lewis Fredericks. We make handcrafted buffalo horn frames with Italian polarised lenses and I don’t have any samples with me, but I want to give you my pair,” he said. And just like that, he took his glasses off, handed them to me, said Merry Christmas, and went on his way.Click to Continue!
I did all my Christmas shopping in NYC and couldn’t wait to give everybody everything the moment I landed in NZ, so I gave my family their presents the morning I arrived, and now there’s nothing for anybody on Christmas Day. Nightmare. But over the last few days I did the rounds at all my favourite shops in Auckland, which gave me a chance to pick up some ideas for last minute gifts. So if you’re in New Zealand and you’re still struggling to think of what to get for your people, hopefully this’ll help. p.s. Yes, those are socks.Click to Continue!
Anon asks: How do you feel about age differences in a relationship? My boyfriend is 12 years older than me, I’m in my early twenties. It never bothered me until I realized in five years he’ll be 40, and I’m not sure I’ll be ready for children in five years. I’ve tried dating guys closer to my age, and it’s never worked out, either because they don’t have the same interests as me or they aren’t mature enough to be in a serious relationship.
Hey, gidday mate. Age differences are one of those insanely frustrating exterior forces — like geographic distance, or parents being second cousins — that can really mess with an otherwise perfect union. I feel your pain.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! This is only the second time I’ve looked at my computer in the four days I’ve been back in New Zealand, such has been the whirlwind of family members to hang out with and babies to kiss and Tom Bulls to entertain. But like I mentioned the other day, I flew in, went home and showered, ran out the door, and hit the road with James Lowe to shoot two Gucci blog posts (click here for the first); this is the second.Click to Continue!
My past 48 hours: On Wednesday morning I was on 15th Street in New York having breakfast with a Frenchman, a Polack and a Russian; by the afternoon I was sitting at the airport with Hasids and their bodyguards in New Jersey; that night I was surrounded by fellow Kiwis (including Dean O’Gorman of The Hobbit fame) at LAX; and the next morning I was flying into Auckland International Airport, picked up by my parents, home to my sister’s house for a quick shower, then straight back out the door to the top of Mt Eden then the Westhaven Marina to shoot Gucci with my mate James K Lowe.Click to Continue!