Hey, gidday mates. I was having a text conversation with a couple of red-blooded, macho male friends yesterday when they started teasing me about being gay. “You are gay though, right? That whole relationship thing with you and Jenny is just for work, right?” I lost my temper and what was a light chat turned dark pretty quickly after I lashed out. I overreacted. I said a couple of things I’m not proud of. In the moment, it was hard to see straight. With 24 hours under my belt, I know that it triggered a deep-seated nerve. When it’s hysterical it’s historical.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! What a week it’s been. I don’t normally talk politics here, but how can you not at a time like this? Coming from New Zealand, it’s hard to understand the American system with its lack of diversity, its lack of universal healthcare, its lobbyists, its insanely high rate of military funding, and its second amendment. And that’s not even mentioning the general consensus that, ‘It is what it is, and it’s not going to change.’ I strongly believe that one thing this campaign has shown us is that racism and prejudice are alive and well and living in America, and that misguided fear directed in a cunning way is an incredibly powerful weapon. Don’t understand these people? Hatred is the answer! The system is broken.Click to Continue!
The sun rises in Paris at 8:30am this time of year, but yesterday morning Jenny and I were up a couple of hours earlier to go for a walk. Not just any walk, mind you, but a stroll around Le Marais with Sir Paul Smith. The powers that be had invited Jenny and myself on this walk to spend a bit of time with the 69 year old designer/entrepreneur, and to shoot some Instagram photos in the process — Sir Paul’s an active user — and when he bounded into the office with all the enthusiasm of Storm Jonas, I concluded that the singing and dancing party at the end of his Paris Fashion Week shows is simply his typical state of being.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I’ve been away from NYC for almost two weeks now, and I’m definitely starting to miss my hometown. The biggest difference for me is that in New York I have an infinite amount of small interactions with people every day — on the street, in meetings, at cafes, in the subway; but in LA I can go an entire day without talking to anybody (except Jenny) unless I specifically go out of my way to do so. What happens if I’m not interacting with people all day? I’m forced to interact with myself, and that’s when the insanity kicks in.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I don’t know about you, but I’m somebody who suffers from a serious amount of guilt every time I sleep in past 8:30am on a weekday. This morning I woke up at 10:45am. 10:45!!! I blame three things: the three parties Jenny and I deejayed till 3am last week; my newfound obsession with the family Kardashian; and the NyQuil I drank last night to dull the cold that’s a-brewin’ as we speak.Click to Continue!