Hey, gidday mates! We’re in that crossover period between spring showers and summer heat right now in New York City, and the atmosphere outside feels not unlike the inside of a mouth. Not my favorite. So, lightweight raincoats are an absolute must because you never know when the skies are going to open and drench all and sundry. I say lightweight, because anything heavier will result in a similar drenching, from sweat. Ewwwwww. Jenny and I took a spin around Nolita with our mate Kat Irlin yesterday, and paired our trench coats with easy T-shirts, broken-in denim and Chuck Taylors. Fun fact: The jeans that Jenny’s wearing are my 10-year-old Ksubi Van Winkles, which I bought in Auckland in 2006, and wore every day for the next two years. No joke. They were one color when I got them, every fade you see is entirely legit. (Pity I’ve outgrown them.)Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Another day, another gratuitous make out series featuring me and Jenny, shot by our friend Kat Irlin (@kat_in_nyc). For this set of images, we were inspired by the 80s movies of John Hughes — Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club, et al. Think: Kids running amok after the prom in dresses with Chuck Taylors, denim jackets with ties, plus plenty of smeared lipstick. And then we got rained on. The results, below.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!
Hey, gidday mates! Ironically, I’m writing this post on the day that warmth and happiness have both left the city, leaving us in a frigid pit of fog and rain and despair, but last week when I shot these images the heat was here with full force and it left me no options but to get the legs out. For the record, I am not somebody who enjoys wearing shorts, but sometimes part of being an adult is doing these we don’t like because it’s the right thing to do. So here we are. For the occasion I wore my favourite cut-off grey crewneck sweatshirt with a white T-shirt poking through because every man should feel like Rocky at least once in his life. Amirite or amirite?Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Today’s outfit was brought to you by the colour white and the letter D. As I’ve mentioned a billion times before, it had never even occurred to me to wear white jeans before I moved to America, but now that I’m here, I spend a good amount of time in the most stain-friendly of stain-friendly pants. They’re literally the white T-shirt of bottoms, they go with everything. But for those of you who don’t come from a country that embraces the white and you’re not quite sure how to do it, the only way is to just do it. Wear them hard, like you’d wear any other pants any other day. Don’t be scared of ketchup or mustard or dirty park benches. The good lord invented bleach for a reason. Then, when you’re used to it, go the whole hog and throw on a white denim jacket to complete the ultimate white-out ensemble. What could go wrong!?Click to Continue!