Hey, gidday mates! Happy Friday. It’s been a pretty slow week for me, mainly spent adjusting to the NYC timezone and remembering how to walk on snowy sidewalks, but as always, it feels good to be home. Okay, so: It’s customary to bring back a souvenir or trinket of some description on your travels, and I’m no exception. My haul includes teapots from Turkey, posters from Singapore, and vintage trunks from Californian flea markets, and now this Maison Kitsune sweater from Paris. I saw it in the brand’s lookbook almost a year ago, fell in love with its kitsch 1970s Swedish ski aesthetic, thought, “I have to have that sweater,” then completely forgot about it till I saw it in the store in Paris at 50% off. It was meant to be. Forget postcards from Paris, the best souvenirs come in sweater form.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Bonjour, bonjour. First up, apologies if you’ve been having issues with the site for the past few days, the server went down, but we should be up and running at 100% by tomorrow morning at the latest. Jenny and I arrived back from Paris last night, and while I will always love those trips to Europe, there’s nothing quite like the feeling of being in my own apartment, hanging jackets in my own wardrobe, using internet that works properly, eating normal food (like peanut butter and tomatoes on toast) and drinking coffee that’s so strong and so black that a single sip feels like a shot of adrenaline to the heart. GOD BLESS AMERICA.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! This morning, playing directly into Murphy’s hand, I spent a good 90 seconds telling Jenny how great it is that we haven’t experienced a shred of Parisian ‘tude this whole trip. Big mistake. 30 minutes later we were at Telescope; the hipster, minimalist, hand-poured, pretentious yet beautifully designed coffee shop near our apartment. Jenny bumped into something while holding her cup, dropped it, and watched in dismay as €4,50 went down the drain. We apologized profusely and went running for the nearest napkins, while the two guys working the counter said nothing and stared, speech bubbles practically appearing above their heads reading, “Stupid clumsy Americans.”Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Full disclosure: I haven’t shot anything for the blog for like two and a half weeks, so I’m running low on imagery. What I do have, however, is an archive full of outfit posts, so today, and perhaps for the next couple of days, I’m kicking it vintage with some 2015 favorites. First up, let’s talk oversized coats and how to nail the look.Click to Continue!
Last Saturday night in Paris, after a long day of shows, Marina Khorosh and I ate a rushed dinner, caught a 25 minute zig-zagging taxi ride from the 11th to the 16th Arrondissement, and arrived at the Hermes show just as the last few models were exiting the catwalk. With nothing else to do that evening, I turned to her and said, “Shall we go fall in love?” She nodded, and off we went to find the nearest bar.Click to Continue!