Hey, gidday mates! I’m currently lying on my bed fighting off waves of exhaustion after two huge days watching Lorde, Wu Tang, Flume, Chance The Rapper, and a bunch of others perform at Governors Ball this weekend. So many memories. On the first night the line for the ferry was so long that I ended up walking across the RFK Bridge to the 120-something’th Street with like 5000 teenagers who were blasting Chance and DJ Khaled and Lil Uzi Vert from their iPhones. Almost made me feel young again. ALMOST. I shot these photos with my mate Jeremy Mitchell lastClick to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Long time no talk. My life has felt pretty hectic over the past few months, and my motivation to blog has dropped as a result. Sometimes when things are so up and down the last thing you feel like is writing about yourself on the internet. I’m sure you can relate. Or maybe you can’t, I dunno. Basically I’ve had a few huge life shifts which I don’t really wanna talk about and then a ton of travel in quick succession — Coachella, New Zealand for my Nana’s funeral, Anguilla to DJ a wedding — and then this past weekend Jenny and I deejayed 21 hours worth of parties in two days. Some would say I’m blessed to be stressed.Click to Continue!
Comme des Garcons has been one of my favorite brands for as long as I’ve loved fashion. Probably the thing I love most about Comme is that there is literally something for anybody, no matter how freaky or conservative your style might be, and no matter how deep your pockets are. When I was younger and broke I’d save up my dollars and dip my toe in the Comme water with the fragrances (Comme 2 is an all-time favorite), leather pouch wallets, and everything Comme des Garcons Play; but as I’ve grown older I’m more and more obsessed with Comme’s takes on really simple pieces, like the blue worker jacket I’m wearing in this photo — it’s a classic Carhartt or Dickies style, but cut in the most beautiful indigo blue textured cotton. There are also all these little details that I love, like the over-dyed garment tags on the inside and the slubby cotton that you’d only see if you looked at it up close.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! If you’ve been reading this blog since day one, you’ll know that I’ve gone on a newfound health kick every year since I started, and that it usually lasts about four weeks before I get bored of running or working out or eating gluten free [or insert fad here]. But this time is different. This time it’s stuck. I’m four months into an almost daily workout regime, and I’m not just noticing the changes in my glorious physique, but I’m also seeing it in my wardrobe. Bear in mind that this is coming from a onetime hater of the athleisure movement, but if I’ve learned something over the years, it’s to never say never. NEVER. These days I spend half my life in sweat pants, tracksuits and sneakers enroute to the gym, a workout class, a flight, or just running around town wanting to feel comfortable. Enter Armani Exchange.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! So this past weekend I went to Coachella with my mates from Ray-Ban. If you’ve never been, it’s like hanging out at the biggest camping ground ever with about 100,000 incredibly good looking people, with eight incredible performances going on simultaneously from the world’s most famous musicians every 30-45 minutes. Insanity! Plus it’s in the middle of the desert and it gets extremely hot and bright, so sunglasses are essential. Hello, Ray-Ban. Highlight moments included Lorde’s performance, seeing Joy Division do Bizarre Love Triangle IRL, and sitting in a giant field all alone contemplating my existence (aka crying) while watching Bon Iver. So many memories! Photos/outfits, below.Click to Continue!