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!
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! It might not look like it from the cloudy skies in these photos, but you’ll have to trust me when I tell you that Spring has officially sprung in New York City.Click to Continue!
God Save The Food is this popular restaurant in Milan that sits opposite Armani’s spaceship grey headquarters, and close to those of Zegna, Canali, and Moncler. On any given day it’s filled to the brink with the young Milanese fashion crowd, who come for the salads and fresh-squeezed juices (labeled smoothies on the menu), and who probably stay for the gossip, but I don’t speak the language so it’s hard to tell. It’s also the closest any of us out-of-towners come to healthy-ish food while we’re here for fashion week, so it’s a regular pitstop during the shows.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I’m coming to you live from sunny Monterey, California, but the photos you’re seeing were shot last month in sunny Gulf Shores, Alabama. But since I’m out here in Cali with Jenny’s parents, it seemed appropriate to publish the second set of photos I shot with her dad, aka my future Father in-law, aka Mr Tom Albright.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Denny and I have a shared obsession with trawling through photos of our favorite style icons and attempting to recreate the outfits with clothing we already have in our wardrobes. For this one, we were inspired by the prince of teenage angst, Mr James Dean. If you’ve been following here for a while, you’ll know I did my own version of Rebel Without A Cause last year, so Denny recreated that one, and I went for the James-Dean-as-a-biker vibe. I’ve been wearing these shorter, baggier jeans a lot recently — it’s the 1950s by way of 2016.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Another day, another trip to the Flatiron. This time, I was joined by my mate Denny Balmaceda, who suggested we dress in the Mod style. When I think of Mod, I imagine English gangs in suits with turtlenecks worn underneath trench coats or fishtail parkas, riding around on little Vespas. There were no Vespas to be found at such short notice, so we had to make do with what we had, which was suits, turtlenecks, coats and each other. Tally ho.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Exciting news on this chilly Autumnal Monday — my good friends Moti Ankari and Marcel Floruss (aka the bloggers behind The Metro Man and One Dapper Street), are launching their shoe line Ankari Floruss today. I was a little dubious when I first heard that they were working on a footwear collection, because from what I hear, shoes are the hardest piece of clothing to get right, but over the weekend I saw the fruits of their labor in the flesh, and I was genuinely impressed. There are seven pairs of shoes in the first collection, one for every day of the week, in two different color-ways each, spanning a tassel loafer, a derby, a wingtip, a boot, a Chelsea boot, a double monk and a sneaker. My favorite pair is the Chelsea boot in black, which I’m wearing here. It’s a steal at $295. Also, they’re throwing a party to launch the shoes tonight at Hotel Chantelle. 7pm. Jenny and I are DJing. I dare you to come crash.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Have no doubt — we are well and truly living in the age of social media. Just this morning I took part in the world’s first ever Instagram fashion show for Perry Ellis alongside 99 of my favorite bloggers and men’s style gurus. We each shot a look and posted it to our grams with the tag #100PiecesOfPerry, and just like that, a digital fashion show was born. Who knew! I was given this simple black sweater with grey elbow patches, and I paired it with a grey T-shirt and my favorite pair of grey hopsack pants. To quote the indomitable Moti Ankari, “Simplicity wins.” You can’t go wrong with the classics. Very Perry!Click to Continue!