Hey, gidday mates! Now that we’re back in the city, we finally took the opp to check out the beautiful new transport hub/oculus/mall in the basement of the World Trade Center. If you haven’t been yet, I highly recommend it — it’s some next level space age Star Trek live long and prosper type architecture. Amazing for an Instagram shot if nothing else. And while we were at it, we hit the Forever 21 store to pick up some pieces from the Justin Bieber tour march collection for Jenny. Sadly they don’t come in men’s, so I had to make do with this fresh 1970s throwback tee. Not Bieber, but not bad. Does it amaze anybody else that like 18 months ago if someone had offered us a Justin Bieber t-shirt we would have thought it was a bad joke? And now we’re dying to get our hands on anything with his name on it. Oh how the tides have turned. #JustinForever.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! We’re in Greece! This is the one country I’ve been dying to visit for as long as I can remember — my Dad used to tell me stories about Perseus and the Minotaur when I was a little kid, I studied classics at high school and at university, and every year my parents used to get a calendar featuring photos of the Greek Islands, which we’d hang on our kitchen wall. Well here we are, and it’s as good as I imagined; but more on that later. Today, we’re talking Forever 21 (which Jenny and I are both wearing here in Santorini), and the fact that the brand is opening a giant megastore in the new Westfield Mall downtown in the World Trade Center.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!
Hey, gidday mates! I did something I never usually do yesterday, and spent the afternoon in the Financial District with my Italian mate Jacopo Moschin (he shot these photos, then we played a rowdy game of squash). It’s a whole other world down there — you’ve got these ancient dock buildings pushed up against modern skyscrapers, ye olde New York bistros alongside luxury condos, and insane views of the water every which way you look. The weird thing, though, is that on the weekends it’s completely dead; the streets are empty, the eateries are closed, and there’s this eery Gotham City vibe that takes over the whole neighbourhood.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!