Welcome to fabulous Las Vegas Nevada! I flew in late last night after battling the cold for five days at New York Fashion Week and now I’m out here enjoying the heat at PROJECT Las Vegas. It’s my first time in Vegas and my initial thoughts are: Every hotel has that ‘new car smell’ that you pay a dollar to spray at the carwash; it’s weird watching old ladies smoking inside while playing the slots — it reminds me of hanging out at rugby clubrooms when I was a 10 year old in Christchurch, New Zealand; and I hope nobody in my vicinity is re-mortgaging their houses or gambling away their kids’ college funds.
On the flip-side, nothing beats a town where you can walk from New York to Paris to Italy to Egypt in mere minutes; the oxygen they pump into these massive rooms makes me feel more awake than I can remember feeling in months; and Bon Jovi is playing at my hotel tonight.
I once made a vow that I would never ever ever wear sweatpants with a normal outfit as long as I lived, but American Eagle gave me these two pairs just before I flew out to New Zealand in December, and I wore one of the pairs on the plane, and it felt way better than jeans, so I decided to repeat the process last night.
Vegas is literally the world capital of casual dressers, so I figured I’d fit right in if I wore my sweatpants today, and here we are. Because I was going for ultimate comfort, I paired them with my oldest AS Colour T-shirt that I’ve worn and washed so many times it’s got massive holes all over it. The cardigan is a beautiful stretch wool from Missoni, the denim jacket is my old faithful Levi’s Orange Tab, the glasses are by Giorgio Armani, and the shoes are Burberry Prorsum.
Comfort is king.
Photos: Anthony Urbano of Closet Freaks fame.
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