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!
Hey, gidday mates. I don’t know where your head’s at, but as far as I’m concerned, there’s something very cool about wearing a head-to-toe one-colour look in the warm weather. My favourite of all time is probably white-out (white T-shirt, white jeans and white high top Chuck Taylors), but blue is definitely the easiest colour to do it with because there are so many complementary shades to play with, like stonewash denim with indigo with sky blue with navy… This combo here is kind of interesting because the darkest colour that grounds the whole shebang is usually found on your pants or jacket, but here I’m wearing it in the deep indigo T-shirt, and that acts as a solid base for the pants and cardigan which might look a little flimsy together without that dark anchor. Y’dig? Anyway, give it a go, I promise you’ll like it. Das it das it.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates. Happy Monday. I must admit that when I wore this outfit in Nicaragua last week a certain best friend of mine (Jenny Albright) told me to go back to my room and change, because, “I don’t even know you anymore,” but sometimes you’ve just gotta stick to your guns because you feel like dressing like an 80s rich kid who’s mismanaged his trust fund and been sent away to a jungle hut by his parents to think about his actions. If that’s what you’re going for, a front-tucked linen popover with a pair of stonewash jeans is just the ticket. Amirite or amirite?Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates. I’m writing this while sitting on a cushion in the communal dining room at Maderas Village in Nicaragua, and I’m in a lot of pain. Two nights ago I went horse riding with my friends, and Tom Bull and I decided to have a race. When I got back to the hotel, I noticed that my butt was feeling a little worse for wear, so I went to the bathroom, pulled down my pants to take a look, and found that I had given myself genuine second degree burns on both cheeks via that winning combination of leather, denim, and 37 degree heat. Oweewowee. I won the race, though, so it was all worth it. But back to the matter at hand, it’s insanely hot in this country, so white jeans and a patterned short sleeve shirt is about as dressed up as you can get without losing your mind. Perfect for NYC summer, if it ever arrives.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Hola! Que tal? I’m coming to you live from Maderas Village in sunny Nicaragua, Central America, where I’m going to be located for the next six days. Operation: Get A Tan is now in session. I’m here with a bunch of my best friends and I will be updating my Instagram with obnoxious regularity so go take a gander if you so desire. This post was clearly not shot in Nicaragua, but in Soho, and features as much tone-on-tone denim as I could fit on my person. More is more, people, more is more.Click to Continue!
Last week I wrote about sexual signifiers, repelling women and complicated designer clothing. Later that day, I took a quick survey of my female friends and asked them what, in their opinion, is the sexiest thing a guy can wear? Some said a suit, one said nothing at all, the majority said the following: Leather jacket, plain T-shirt, black jeans, sneakers.Click to Continue!
I don’t know about you, but when I saw the blue and black dress that everybody has been sending around for the past 16 hours, I saw a blue and black dress. Anybody claiming white and gold is clearly living in some other light and colour dimension that I’m not privy to. For the record, the dress is blue and black so if you saw what I saw then you got it right (Taylor, Kanye and Justin Bieber all saw blue and black so we’re in good company). So how about me? Am I wearing blue and black or white and gold? Read on to find out…Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Ciao, ciao, va bene, va bene. The #menswear fraternity has descended upon Florence, Italy, for Pitti Uomo — the world’s most prestigious men’s fashion tradeshow.Click to Continue!