Yo yo! Comparing a bunch of menswear bloggers to Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr is kinda like comparing your grandmother’s book club to the Cleveland Cavaliers, but… when in Rome? So yeah. On Tuesday this week, in the midst of NYFW, a bunch of us boys met up to hang and shoot. The dress code was tailored, the atmosphere was rowdy, the banter was as you’d expect: “Damn that’s a nice suit… does it come in men’s?” I thought I’d share some images from the day that was, featuring Messrs: Bobby Hicks, Denny Balmazeda, Steven Onoja, Sam White, Marcel Floruss, Ryan Styles and Moti Ankari, with photos by James Creel. For the record, I refuse to pull obscene gestures in photographs. Mum gets mad when I misbehave.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! We’re three days into New York Fashion Week: Men’s, and it’s been a doozy. Yesterday was our busiest day by far — we got up early to hit the Coach presentation, ran over to Gucci to view the new collection, went home to eat, cabbed back to the fashion week venue to takeover Nautica’s snapchat for their show, went from there to the Mr Porter Block Party, which we were co-hosting, did an outfit change to head over to the Tommy Hilfiger presentation, made a quick stop off at Moti Ankari’s eyewear party at Hotel Americano, then back to the Mr Porter Block Party, followed by dinner and home.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I don’t know about you, but I’m on a perennial hunt for the perfect white T-shirt. Obviously the perfect white tee is entirely subjective, but right now I’m feeling a 1950s style Marlon Brando/James Dean fit, in a heavier weight cotton, with way short sleeves to show off the sculpted guns (which you’d know I’ve been working on every day if you’d been following me on Snapchat: isaaclikes).Click to Continue!