I was sitting outside the Australian cafe Ruby’s on Mulberry Street in Nolita the other day when this guy walked up and started smoking on the footpath right in front of me. He was about 35-40 years old, and he looked like either a drug dealer or a hip hop DJ who’d been working in nightlife since he was way too young. It was hard to tell. Anyway, he was short and skinny with ratty hair and he was wearing Jordans, raw denim, and this grey marl sweatshirt that he’d cut the neck, sleeves, and hem ribbing off, and I was so impressed by his DIY craftiness that I commented to my friend Jenny, who was sitting next to me, “I love that guy’s cut-off sweater.” So when I got home I immediately searched my closet for a grey marl sweatshirt and pulled out some scissors and got to work.Click to Continue!
Sunglass Hut called me up the other day and asked if I’d like to come to their Mother’s Day party celebrating the new campaign featuring mother and daughter duo Georgia May Jagger and Jerry Hall. I said, “Yes!” They said, “Great! Does your Mum live here in the city? Bring her too!” I said, “No,” and promptly got off the phone and booked a flight back home to New Zealand to go visit her.Click to Continue!
I sat around the dinner table with my good friends Jenny (American), Olivia (Kiwi), and Jack (Kiwi), talking about Valentine’s Day last night. Jenny loves the 14th of February for all it stands for. We three New Zealanders weren’t so sure. “It’s a holiday created by Hallmark,” said Jack, putting on his strictly commercialism-hating-father’s voice. “It’s so embarrassing!” said Olivia. “It’ll always just be my Mum’s birthday to me,” said I. “You guys suck,” said Jenny.Click to Continue!
Photos: Katherine Lowe Welcome to 2011! Exciting isn’t it. The start of a new year is a magical time, filled with the promise of change and the panic that comes with attempting to realise those resolutions that seemed so achievable on paper but which aren’t so simple in practice. When I was working as a booker in 2007/2008, the start of the year was always the time when models would switch agencies in the hopes of breathing new life into their fledgling, booming or declining careers. The change didn’t generally make much of a difference in the grand scheme, butClick to Continue!
Photos: Katherine Lowe One of the more enjoyable afternoons this week was spent at Zus and Zo for the Sunglass Hut summer season launch. Between bites of blue cheese on brown bread, we were walked through a whole raft of summer sunglass options – from cool new Lennon-lookalike Raybans to classic Persols; 90s-esque uber-sport Pradas to big, round Audrey Hepburn/Olsen sister styles by Burberry. Pradas aside, my favourites were the Ray Bans and the Persols. (So good that heritage brands like Persol and Moscot are becoming available here in New Zealand.) The cheese was also a winner. As you’ll seeClick to Continue!