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!
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!