Hey, gidday mates! So Jenny and I flew into LA yesterday, dropped our bags off at our little WeHo house rental, then caught an Uber to the Sunset Marquis to see Tom Bull who was sitting pretty by the pool with a chihuahua named Wolfie. That guy lives the life. He refuses to worry, travels wherever the wind takes him, and enjoys himself everywhere he goes. He’s like the walking manifestation of that Bob Marley song. We could all learn a thing or two from Mr Bull.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Exciting news — I’ve officially signed a lease on my first apartment in New York City. It’s actually the same apartment I’ve been living in for almost three years, but my lovely flight attendant roommate Daniel decided to move out closer to the airport, so now it’s all me.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I walk along this stretch of sidewalk past Tompkins Square Park every day of the week, stopping off at Ninth Street Espresso for a coffee on my way, and when I sit on the bench outside and look across the street, I see the seasonal transformation. The temperatures are dropping, the winds are picking up, and every surface is covered with a blanket of golden leaves: Fall is here. Perfect time for trench coats and woolen pants, with sharp leather lace-ups.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! If you’ve been reading Isaac Likes for a long time, you’ll know that one of the most exciting aspects of my old life in New Zealand was that every two or so months I’d pack up and travel across the world to some far-flung location. Even when I was depressed at home and feeling like I was losing opportunities by being so far away from the action, I always had a ticket in my back pocket which gave me something to look forward to.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates. You might have noticed I’m wearing a lot of bomber jackets at the moment, and that’s because they are the greatest mid-weight layer known to man. Also to woman, but especially to man. If I was you, I’d be investing right now (every brand is doing a version) and wearing it over T-shirts and light knits for fall, and then over heavier sweaters for winter. This nylon variety is by Coach (I wore it to the Coach X Details event last week), it’s filled with puffy down just like a sleeping bag, and it takes me to a higher level of swag than I can ever achieve in a sportcoat or suit (well that’s what Jenny tells me, anyway). And for the girlfriends: nothing looks cuter than a girl wearing an oversized boys’ bomber. Trust me.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! So on Wednesday last week, Jenny and I deejayed the Meatpacking store opening party for Fjallraven*, the Swedish brand known for its Kanken backpacks. I chose this orange utility jacket for the occasion, and I’ve been living in it ever since because New York’s weather took a turn for the freezing over the weekend, and my building is refusing to turn on the heat for another couple of weeks, so the fleece and down are saving my life right now.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Way, way back in 2004 when I was still at university in New Zealand, I discovered a website named men.style.com where I was able to see all the men’s collections coming out of Milan, Paris and New York. Of all the designers across all three cities, there was one who stood above the rest, and that was Hedi Slimane, the creative director of Dior Homme. His models were skinny, his clothing was tightly tailored, and everything he did had this dirty London rock’n’roll edge that felt so aesthetically perfect in that current moment.Click to Continue!