Last Saturday night in Paris, after a long day of shows, Marina Khorosh and I ate a rushed dinner, caught a 25 minute zig-zagging taxi ride from the 11th to the 16th Arrondissement, and arrived at the Hermes show just as the last few models were exiting the catwalk. With nothing else to do that evening, I turned to her and said, “Shall we go fall in love?” She nodded, and off we went to find the nearest bar.Click to Continue!
So back in 2011 when I first moved to New York, I started hanging out with party promoters a bit, and I knew that it was skeezy and sleazy and a little like aiding in prostitution, but I did it anyway because it ensured that I could always get into the parties I wanted to go to, and that I never had to pay for anything, and that I’d even get dinners at five star restaurants for free every now and again so long as I was accompanied by a sufficient amount of female models.Click to Continue!
Those of you who followed my Instagram closely while I was in Europe might remember a photo I posted of a piece of paper covered in psychopath-esque chicken scrawls. That’s because on the first day of Milan Fashion Week I interviewed Umit Benan for GQ by phone as I was waiting for the Costume National show to begin, and since iPhones don’t allow you to record phone calls, I was forced to scrawl the answers on the envelope of the Ermenegildo Zegna invitation while sitting on top of a speaker in a not particularly quiet corner of the room. It’s a glamorous life.Click to Continue!
Hello friends! Allow me a stream of consciousness for a moment. I started coming to the shows in 2009 when I was 24 years old. It was a pretty bold move for someone so young and inexperienced, but it was literally a situation where ignorance was bliss — I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I remember flying into Milan for the first time and knowing two people — both of whom were backstage photographers, so I’d hang out backstage assisting them as they worked, and then go out and watch the shows and look around hoping someone would come up and say hi (which, of course, they never did).Click to Continue!
Ella Yelich-O’Connor aka Lorde, shot by James K Lowe. In today’s over-saturated pop world, it’s just as easy to become a fan of a musical artist by osmosis as it is to discover something that you believe has merit and listening to it intently because you think there’s something there that deserves your attention. By that I mean you can start liking just about anything if you hear it enough, so if you sit there listening to the radio all day long, you’ll no doubt love any number of songs or artists simply because you’ve heard them so much. WeClick to Continue!