Hey, gidday mates! The second to last stop on our magical Grecian tour was the isle of Poros (not to be confused with Paros or Paxos), which is the closest island to Athens. As you can see, by this point on the trip, I was more tanned than I’ve ever been in my entire life, and I had well and truly embraced the kind of relaxed summer wardrobe that is typically reserved for European men and/or Jude Law in The Talented Mr Ripley. When in Rome, people, when in Rome. If you ever find yourself in Poros, I highly recommend you rent a scooter from a gentleman named Stelios, and take yourself directly to Askeli Beach. You won’t be disappointed!Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! My mate Denny Balmaceda posted on Instagram a couple of days ago: “This summer, I’m all about Venice beach style.” and it resonated big time because my go-to outfits have suddenly become exactly that — printed shirts worn open over white T-shirts; jeans with white socks; Vans Sk8 Los; etc.Click to Continue!
If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll know I spend a lot of time hanging out and taking photos by the East River. Growing up in New Zealand I was always a stone’s throw away from a beach, so this is as close as I can get to feeling like home away from home in the big city. It’s beautiful during the day, but at nighttime in the summer the sun setting on the West side casts a golden purple hue over the sky, the water changes colour to a dark, moody green, and you can smell the salty air as the tug boats roll by. And that’s how it was last night when I shot these photos with the talented Carin Backoff.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Ironically, I’m writing this post on the day that warmth and happiness have both left the city, leaving us in a frigid pit of fog and rain and despair, but last week when I shot these images the heat was here with full force and it left me no options but to get the legs out. For the record, I am not somebody who enjoys wearing shorts, but sometimes part of being an adult is doing these we don’t like because it’s the right thing to do. So here we are. For the occasion I wore my favourite cut-off grey crewneck sweatshirt with a white T-shirt poking through because every man should feel like Rocky at least once in his life. Amirite or amirite?Click to Continue!
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!