Hey, gidday mates! Long time no talk. I have a legitimate excuse: Last week was one of the busiest of my life. Jenny and I deejayed three times, hosted a dinner party, and shot a two-day wedding campaign/lookbook thing for David’s Bridal. Good times all round. So this shoot here with my mate Matthew Zorpas is kinda funny for the fact that it happened within the space of 15 minutes on Monday afternoon between a phone call with my parents and my weekly therapy session; which was immediately followed by a trip uptown to the Tiffany & Co. flagship where we deejayed the party with Vogue that night.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Another day, another trip to the Flatiron. This time, I was joined by my mate Denny Balmaceda, who suggested we dress in the Mod style. When I think of Mod, I imagine English gangs in suits with turtlenecks worn underneath trench coats or fishtail parkas, riding around on little Vespas. There were no Vespas to be found at such short notice, so we had to make do with what we had, which was suits, turtlenecks, coats and each other. Tally ho.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Way, way back in 2004 when I was still at university in New Zealand, I discovered a website named men.style.com where I was able to see all the men’s collections coming out of Milan, Paris and New York. Of all the designers across all three cities, there was one who stood above the rest, and that was Hedi Slimane, the creative director of Dior Homme. His models were skinny, his clothing was tightly tailored, and everything he did had this dirty London rock’n’roll edge that felt so aesthetically perfect in that current moment.Click to Continue!