Hey, gidday mates. Happy Monday. I must admit that when I wore this outfit in Nicaragua last week a certain best friend of mine (Jenny Albright) told me to go back to my room and change, because, “I don’t even know you anymore,” but sometimes you’ve just gotta stick to your guns because you feel like dressing like an 80s rich kid who’s mismanaged his trust fund and been sent away to a jungle hut by his parents to think about his actions. If that’s what you’re going for, a front-tucked linen popover with a pair of stonewash jeans is just the ticket. Amirite or amirite?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!