Hey, gidday mates! I’m coming to you live from sunny Monterey, California, but the photos you’re seeing were shot last month in sunny Gulf Shores, Alabama. But since I’m out here in Cali with Jenny’s parents, it seemed appropriate to publish the second set of photos I shot with her dad, aka my future Father in-law, aka Mr Tom Albright.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I know that mothers-in-law get all the attention*, but as anyone who’s ever attempted to win a young lady’s heart can attest, the relationship between a dude and his potential father in-law can be far more tenuous. I’d met Jenny’s dad all of two times before I asked for his consent, and I don’t know who the conversation was scarier for — me or him. Luckily we got through it with some nervous laughter and a lot of intense staring at meat on the barbecue, and now it’s plain sailing. So with that in mind, you’re going to read the next sentence as me trying to kiss up to Mr Tom Albright, but the first time I met him I thought to myself, “That man looks like the kind of guy who’d play an American president or a CIA general in an international espionage movie.”Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates. I hope you like these photos, because I shot them with Bobby Hicks in the freezing rain on Tuesday, was in bed with the flu that same night, and am still in bed as I type. That’s two times that I’ve been seriously sick over the past two weeks, so either I’m having a particularly unlucky run, or my constitution is weakening in my old age. Anyway, you see the turtleneck I’m rocking underneath the plaid shirt? That’s a style move I stole from Leandra Medine over at Man Repeller. Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? Even a sick old dog like me.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I love living in New York, and I do believe that attending the international fashion weeks is a privilege, not a chore, but after a solid month of shows in Milan, Paris and New York (men’s and women’s), not to mention freezing temperatures, snow, and an internal voice — heady with fashion week-induced insecurity — that tells me all sorts of unhelpful things, it was high-time to get out of the city for a quick breather with my other half.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! It finally got cold enough to wear shearling over the weekend, so Jenny and I shot our new Coach jackets with our mate Kat Irlin (aka @kat_in_nyc), and something terrible happened. Kat asked us what we were up to for the rest of the day, we BREATHLESSLY announced that we were going to see Star Wars, and Kat, who has never seen a Star Wars movie in her life, casually dropped the biggest spoiler of the entire film. I won’t tell you what you said just in case you haven’t seen it yet, but it was bad — I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive her. Lucky for her, she takes a good photo, so our working relationship remains intact. (For the record, Star Wars exceeded all my expectations. SO GOOD.)Click to Continue!