Hey, gidday mates! First things first, I went to the Rihanna concert last night at Barclays Center in Brooklyn (shout out to my mate Jeff for the hookup) and god damn that girl can perform. Over the course of 90 minutes she sang all the hits, changed outfits five times, fronted three different dance troupes, gave props to the one dude in the audience holding a Barbados flag, asked a young girl in the front if the guy next to her was her dad, the girl said no, then Rihanna was like, “Whoops, it’s your date,” and generally killed it. Huge effort. Huge!Click to Continue!
It’s hard to believe that up until about 18 months ago, I had almost entirely sworn off jeans.Click to Continue!
I went through this phase about five years ago where I deluded myself into thinking I had a lot more money than I really did, and lived like an absolute baller — eating out approximately five times a week at this not-inexpensive Italian restaurant in Auckland named Prego, and having almost all of my clothes custom made for me by the gentlemen at Crane Brothers. It was a good time.Click to Continue!
Despite a constant string of late nights due to DJing and partying and my current predilection for insomnia, I’m on a bit of a health kick at the moment, and I read recently that drinking beet juice increases the flow of blood to your vital organs, which makes them operate better. So for the past four or so weeks I’ve been drinking beet, carrot, apple, lemon, and ginger juice every day.Click to Continue!
Hey gidday mates. Since starting this blog I’ve done countless clothing customisation programmes and online shopping experiments and made to measure suiting appointments where you have no idea what the end result is going to be, only for the thing to come out horribly at the tail end; but I don’t think I’ve ever had an experience where the results vastly exceeded my expectations. But this time I won.Click to Continue!