Hey, gidday mates! My Sunday morning routine is much like yours: Roll out of bed, into the shower and down to the coffee shop on my block; where I sit and hang for as long as possible before attempting to do anything at all. Today was no exception. Except I took a couple of new pieces out for a spin, both by Balenciaga from MATCHESFASHION.COM. The first, is this black T-shirt — plain, except for a tiny little print reading “balenciaga” on the left breast.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I don’t know about you, but I go through these phases of buying multiples of certain basic pieces and wearing a variation on the same outfit, days/weeks/months in a row. Right now that includes canvas pants, white T-shirts and suede sneakers (all of which can we acquired for well under $100). That said, I love me a big ticket item, and my latest acquisition is from Demna Gvasalia at Balenciaga. His take on the black denim jacket has elongated shoulders and a cropped, tapered waist, which affords the wearer something of an inverted V superhero silhouette. Who needs the gym??? No doubt it’ll be on a constant rotation in the upcoming months, alongside this Loewe T-shirt (which looked just as good on Jenny as it did on me).Click to Continue!
1. It’s way too easy to get bogged down with Instagram, which, as I’ve said previously, is anything but a healthy pastime, so one of my goals right now is to read better quality writing. I recently subscribed to The New Yorker and Vanity Fair, and best of all, to Lenny Letter, Lena Dunham’s new website. All you gotta do is give them your email address, and then three or so times per week you get an email with stories like this one about why Lena Dunham refuses to be photoshopped by magazines, or this one about why Sarah Silverman believes Bernie Sanders is the best man for the top job (same). It’s great stuff.Click to Continue!
Hey, bonjour mes amis! Je suis arrivé à Paris! I know I say this every season, but I’m always hit with a jolt of inexplicable joy the moment I touch down at Charles de Gaulle. It’s like the clouds open, the sun shines down, and a chorus of tiny angels sings, “Haaaaaalelujah!”Click to Continue!
Photo: Pebbles Hooper It’s my opinion that we’re all shameless label bashers. We’re obsessed with logos and status symbols and things that assist to elevate us above our peers. Even the edgiest, most intellectual, complex fashion lovers will cry if one of their Margiela-identifying stitches comes loose. I thought I was above all that. I really did. That is until I found myself liking a sweater lots the other day because it had Comme des Garcons written on it. And, yes, I was liking it because of the Comme des Garcons that was written on it. Sad, I know. TheClick to Continue!