Hey, gidday mates! First things first, I went to the Rihanna concert last night at Barclays Center in Brooklyn (shout out to my mate Jeff for the hookup) and god damn that girl can perform. Over the course of 90 minutes she sang all the hits, changed outfits five times, fronted three different dance troupes, gave props to the one dude in the audience holding a Barbados flag, asked a young girl in the front if the guy next to her was her dad, the girl said no, then Rihanna was like, “Whoops, it’s your date,” and generally killed it. Huge effort. Huge!Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I love living in New York, and I do believe that attending the international fashion weeks is a privilege, not a chore, but after a solid month of shows in Milan, Paris and New York (men’s and women’s), not to mention freezing temperatures, snow, and an internal voice — heady with fashion week-induced insecurity — that tells me all sorts of unhelpful things, it was high-time to get out of the city for a quick breather with my other half.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Like I mentioned yesterday, on Saturday night I had dinner with Cameron Dallas. I should say THE Cameron Dallas, because the crowd that showed up for the kid at the Calvin Klein show yesterday was rivaled only by crowds I’ve seen for Lucky Blue Smith, Justin Bieber and Will Smith. I’m talking girls in their hundreds, screaming, chanting, crying, the real deal. And proving my age, I didn’t even know who he was. (If you’re old like me, he’s a Youtube star and social media sensation.) Full disclosure, I shook his hand but didn’t talk to him because we were seated at opposite ends of the table, but he did show everyone a Youtube video of a bunch of young dudes eating hair cake, so that happened.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! It finally got cold enough to wear shearling over the weekend, so Jenny and I shot our new Coach jackets with our mate Kat Irlin (aka @kat_in_nyc), and something terrible happened. Kat asked us what we were up to for the rest of the day, we BREATHLESSLY announced that we were going to see Star Wars, and Kat, who has never seen a Star Wars movie in her life, casually dropped the biggest spoiler of the entire film. I won’t tell you what you said just in case you haven’t seen it yet, but it was bad — I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive her. Lucky for her, she takes a good photo, so our working relationship remains intact. (For the record, Star Wars exceeded all my expectations. SO GOOD.)Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! We’re in the midst of an unprecedented winter right now. This time last year, the year before, and the year before that, I was refusing to leave the house without a long-sleeve thermal shirt under a t-shirt under a button-down under a woolen sweater under a lightweight jacket under an overcoat. No joke. Today, on December 16, when it would typically be snowing, it’s warm enough to grab a coffee in a crewneck sweatshirt with a short jacket thrown on top. Crazy.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!
If I’ve learned anything about rockstar dressing from the likes of Elvis, John Lennon, or, more recently, Harry Styles, it’s that the winning outfit combo goes a little something like this: Sunglasses, insane coat (preferably animal skin of some variety), plain t-shirt, jeans, great leather shoes, done. Less is always more.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates. You might have noticed I’m wearing a lot of bomber jackets at the moment, and that’s because they are the greatest mid-weight layer known to man. Also to woman, but especially to man. If I was you, I’d be investing right now (every brand is doing a version) and wearing it over T-shirts and light knits for fall, and then over heavier sweaters for winter. This nylon variety is by Coach (I wore it to the Coach X Details event last week), it’s filled with puffy down just like a sleeping bag, and it takes me to a higher level of swag than I can ever achieve in a sportcoat or suit (well that’s what Jenny tells me, anyway). And for the girlfriends: nothing looks cuter than a girl wearing an oversized boys’ bomber. Trust me.Click to Continue!
London Collections: Men is officially done and dusted, and the menswear world has now descended upon the tiny city of Florence, Italy, for Pitti Uomo. Before we get into that though, my top 10 picks from our week in the English capital.Click to Continue!