Hey, gidday mates! I’m sitting in my bedroom surrounded by medicine because this morning I woke up with such an extreme sore throat that I went straight to the doctor and they were like, MATE you have the strep. It’s less fun than it sounds, trust me. But anyway, in this post I’m wearing a bomber and a cape from Dior Homme’s Fall/Winter 2017 collection, featuring artwork by the Brooklyn-based painter Dan Witz — the paintings are from a series called Mosh Pit and feature young men thrashing around in a dark room. I will now go die a slow and painful death in my own dark room. Wish me luck.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! This summer has been all about consistency — having a routine and sticking to it (gym, therapy, ping pong, attempting to eat sugar free, rinse and repeat). And unbeknownst to me, that consistency has leaked into my wardrobe. Over the past few months I’ve worn white on white on white at least half the days of the week, and when I’m not, it’s been blue on blue or green on green, and now that it’s getting a bit chillier, I’ve started with the black on black. Going head to toe tone on tone is the easiest way in the world to dress; according to the experts over at GQ it makes you look taller, AND it’s like the casual answer to the summer suits we were all wearing a couple of years ago. I’m gonna try to carry this through to fall and winter.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I’m reporting to you live from Paris, having left Milan yesterday afternoon on the fashion flight with every 17 year old male model, a bunch of menswear editors, and Jenny. Now I’m sitting in the living room of my Montmartre apartment listening to Good Charlotte with Jenny and Kat Irlin of @kat_in_nyc fame, who arrived from New York at 5:00 this morning. Those two are talking too much for me to be able to concentrate properly on writing this blog post, so without further ado, here are a bunch of photos shot on our last day of shows in Milan, and which appeared in GQ, British Vogue and Vogue Paris, and WWD. Yewwwww!Click to Continue!
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!