Hey, gidday mates! While I was in New Zealand recently I sat down to chat business with my old friend Harry Were, who is one truly talented individual. I first met Harry in Auckland in 2007, but we became close friends a couple of years later when I was traveling to Paris regularly for the men’s shows, and she was working as an au pair for a tyrannical Parisian. (We bonded over being sad loners in a beautiful city.) Over the last couple of years, she’s made a name for herself designing incredible hand-knitted sweaters, and despite her painstakingly slow-fashion approach, her work is so popular that she manages to sell out of each piece almost immediately. Below, we talk the dilemmas associated with a business that relies on human-labor in the form of retired ladies, and more.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Just a quick post to say hello from sunny Christchurch, I’m here for a two day trip visiting my Nana Joan before the madness starts in Auckland. I spent the day in Banks Peninsula with my family, and took a little walk around Governor’s Bay to shoot these photos, while wearing my favourite hand knitted sweater by Harry’s Hand Knits. As you’ll see, my sweater was inspired by the South Island landscape, so what better place to shoot it? I was a little too ambitious with my wandering, though, and as you’ll see below, my shoes bore the brunt of it. God damn it this is a beautiful country! Today was a good reminder.Click to Continue!
Like I mentioned last month, Harriet Were designed me a sweater, and it just arrived in New York City. Coincidentally, this was actually my 30th birthday present from my beloved sister Rebeccah, and it’s her birthday today in New Zealand, so as a special gift to mon soeur, here’s a picture of me in my new jumper. Happy Birthday, Rebeccah!!! Is that a fair exchange? Hard to say. But let’s go with it!Click to Continue!
It’s been a while since I mentioned Miss Harriet Were on the blog, but rest assured she’s alive and well and living in Auckland, back from her tour of duty as an au pair in Paris, where she looked after two lovely children and their tyrannical mother.Click to Continue!
Photo: Inventory The word beanie hails from the 1940s when chaps used to refer to their heads as their ‘beans’. (Thank you Apple dictionary.) Growing up in the dirty South (Christchurch), where winter actually means frosts, occasional snowfalls and daily chilly temperatures, beanies were a necessity for bike rides to school. But in all my life, I’ve never been able to find one that actually looks good – peculiarly shaped bean or something. If I was more confident, I’d invest in one of these Inventory/Inverallan collaboratively designed woollen hats, probably the red or the green, but seeing as they workClick to Continue!