Hey, gidday mates! We’re three days into New York Fashion Week: Men’s, and it’s been a doozy. Yesterday was our busiest day by far — we got up early to hit the Coach presentation, ran over to Gucci to view the new collection, went home to eat, cabbed back to the fashion week venue to takeover Nautica’s snapchat for their show, went from there to the Mr Porter Block Party, which we were co-hosting, did an outfit change to head over to the Tommy Hilfiger presentation, made a quick stop off at Moti Ankari’s eyewear party at Hotel Americano, then back to the Mr Porter Block Party, followed by dinner and home.
This week has been made all the more difficult by the fact that I currently have a sprained lower back — genuinely the worst pain of my entire life — plus Jenny and I just adopted a 10 year old deaf micro mutt with heart problems named Fifi, who demands to be taken outside four times per day to pee. Did I mention that I live on the top floor of a five floor walk-up? Or that she has to be carried downstairs and upstairs? That too. After days and days of chiropractor appointments that did very little to help, I finally gave in and wore a back brace to fashion week (underneath my T-shirt), and it was like the angels themselves were carrying me from appointment to appointment. Rest assured I will never again let vanity get in the way of spinal health. You shouldn’t either.
But back to the matter at hand — ye olde Mr Porter Block Party. There’s a run of men’s stores on Crosby Street in Soho that includes a bunch of Mr Porter brands: Saturdays NYC, Miansai, Jean Shop, Fellow Barber, et al, and everybody’s favorite online retailer had closed down the sidewalk to throw a shindig in honor of NYFWM. There were tacos courtesy of Tacombi, ice cream sandwiches courtesy of Morgenstern’s, haircuts and more.
Special shout out goes to Denny, who is absolutely killing it on the style front right now. He inspires a LOT of my outfits. He’s also just a super all round good dude. Hooray for friends!
And of course, no party would be complete without my number one number one, Ms. Jenny Albright. She’s been wearing these sassy new boots all week, and she’s genuinely a head taller than me. I have to stand on tiptoes to kiss her. It’s a hard knock life.
Thanks for having us, Mr Porter!
Disclosure: This post was sponsored by Mr Porter.
I’m wearing: Percival shirt; AS Colour T-shirt (with back brace worn underneath); Basic Rights pants; Uniqlo socks; and Vans Old Skool Lows.
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