Yo yo! Comparing a bunch of menswear bloggers to Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr is kinda like comparing your grandmother’s book club to the Cleveland Cavaliers, but… when in Rome? So yeah. On Tuesday this week, in the midst of NYFW, a bunch of us boys met up to hang and shoot. The dress code was tailored, the atmosphere was rowdy, the banter was as you’d expect: “Damn that’s a nice suit… does it come in men’s?” I thought I’d share some images from the day that was, featuring Messrs: Bobby Hicks, Denny Balmazeda, Steven Onoja, Sam White, Marcel Floruss, Ryan Styles and Moti Ankari, with photos by James Creel. For the record, I refuse to pull obscene gestures in photographs. Mum gets mad when I misbehave.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Ever find yourself in a situation where you need to look like you’re making an effort but you don’t want to go overboard on the formality? Same. On those days, this is my go-to outfit. It’s simple and classic — blue blazer, grey pants, and leather lace-ups; but the unbuttoned (unironed) chambray shirt keeps things relaxed and a little disheveled. On the day I shot these photos with my boy Bobby Hicks, I was running all over the city from meetings to meetings — the hotter it got, the more buttons came undone. By the end of the day I was pretty much Richard Gere in American Gigolo.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I don’t know about you, but I’m on a perennial hunt for the perfect white T-shirt. Obviously the perfect white tee is entirely subjective, but right now I’m feeling a 1950s style Marlon Brando/James Dean fit, in a heavier weight cotton, with way short sleeves to show off the sculpted guns (which you’d know I’ve been working on every day if you’d been following me on Snapchat: isaaclikes).Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates. I hope you like these photos, because I shot them with Bobby Hicks in the freezing rain on Tuesday, was in bed with the flu that same night, and am still in bed as I type. That’s two times that I’ve been seriously sick over the past two weeks, so either I’m having a particularly unlucky run, or my constitution is weakening in my old age. Anyway, you see the turtleneck I’m rocking underneath the plaid shirt? That’s a style move I stole from Leandra Medine over at Man Repeller. Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? Even a sick old dog like me.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Excuse me for coming off all Carrie Bradshaw-ish, but I love New York in September. The nights are warm, fashion week is upon us, and it reminds me of my first year here when I’d walk around the city with Jenny Albright and daydream about things to come. Some things will never change.Click to Continue!