Hey, gidday mates! Another day, another Baracuta G9. This time it’s the stone colorway, favored by Steve McQueen. The only difference being that liked to wear his with a cream colored sweater underneath; the perks of a year-round tan. As a fairer skinned individual, I try not to wear too much beige too close to my face, but I hope the navy blue sweater (knitted by my Mum!!!) balances it out a bit. Yay? Nay? Now, a quick note on those sunglasses. I’ve been wearing Moscots for about five years — they were the first proper-good pair of sunglasses I ever picked up. This pair is part of a special limited edition collaboration with the Australian record label Future Classic, and there are only 100 pairs available worldwide, so get in quick.Click to Continue!
Spring officially sprung (sprang?) yesterday here in America, and as we pushed our clocks forward one hour, something miraculous happened — the season proclaimed its existence with a bright blue sky and blazing yellow sun, and began to work its magic on the snow that’s covered the ground for the past few months. Mountains became molehills, drips converged to form puddles, puddles overflowed to form little streams, and little streams coursed together to form swiftly flowing currents that washed the murky remnants of winter down the drain and out to sea. So with that in mind, it’s my honest hope that this camel double breasted beauty by the Japanese label Tomorrowland will be the last overcoat I have to post on my blog for the next six or so months.Click to Continue!
There’s something about watching the most English of all English fashion brands presenting its collection on home-soil that just absolutely does it for me, and today’s Burberry Autumn Winter 2015 show was no exception. (Not even joking about the home-soil btw, the show is held in a tent on the grass at Kensington Garden.)Click to Continue!
Greetings from London! It’s day one of London Collections: Men, the sun is out, the shows are about to begin, and I’ve got that familiar feeling of excitement — I can’t wait to see all the old crew, the what everyone’s wearing on the street, the presentations and the circus of men’s fashion month.Click to Continue!
A couple of months ago, right before winter hit, I was recalling the polar vortex that whipped up and down ye olde isle of Manhattan last time round so I went searching on eBay for a jacket that was going to stand up to the abominable cold that paralyses us dwellers of the Eastern Seaboard. I settled on this 1970s shearling peacoat for $80, and vowed that the moment it arrived I’d send it out for special suede dry-cleaning and repairs. I didn’t.Click to Continue!