Hey, gidday mates! If you’re in NZ or Australia or any other country that wakes up before we do here in America, Merry Christmas! If you’re not, Bah Humbug! We’ll get to you tomorrow. You might have noticed I’m obsessed shearling. Must be the New Zealander in me. I picked up this jacket from the sample rack at the Z Zegna offices a couple of years ago, and I pull it out of the closet whenever the temperatures drop below a tolerable level. The best thing — it’s so thick and warm that it works perfectly with the style-agenda I’m pushing this winter: Great jacket, white T-shirt, jeans, leather lace-ups. Harry Styles-chic, if you will. Invest in shearling (second-hand or new), and don’t ever underestimate the power of a great bomber. Try this one at home.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! It finally got cold enough to wear shearling over the weekend, so Jenny and I shot our new Coach jackets with our mate Kat Irlin (aka @kat_in_nyc), and something terrible happened. Kat asked us what we were up to for the rest of the day, we BREATHLESSLY announced that we were going to see Star Wars, and Kat, who has never seen a Star Wars movie in her life, casually dropped the biggest spoiler of the entire film. I won’t tell you what you said just in case you haven’t seen it yet, but it was bad — I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive her. Lucky for her, she takes a good photo, so our working relationship remains intact. (For the record, Star Wars exceeded all my expectations. SO GOOD.)Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! We’re in the midst of an unprecedented winter right now. This time last year, the year before, and the year before that, I was refusing to leave the house without a long-sleeve thermal shirt under a t-shirt under a button-down under a woolen sweater under a lightweight jacket under an overcoat. No joke. Today, on December 16, when it would typically be snowing, it’s warm enough to grab a coffee in a crewneck sweatshirt with a short jacket thrown on top. Crazy.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I’ve been away from NYC for almost two weeks now, and I’m definitely starting to miss my hometown. The biggest difference for me is that in New York I have an infinite amount of small interactions with people every day — on the street, in meetings, at cafes, in the subway; but in LA I can go an entire day without talking to anybody (except Jenny) unless I specifically go out of my way to do so. What happens if I’m not interacting with people all day? I’m forced to interact with myself, and that’s when the insanity kicks in.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I’m still here in the seasonless blue skies-ville known as Los Angeles, California, but if you’re located in a city that boasts falling leaves, chilly winds and an imminent winter, this one’s for you. Wherever you are though, there’s a shift afoot. Bjorn Borg’s hair (and Wimbledon outfits) are starting to look extremely fresh; turtlenecks are everywhere; sheepskin coats are the outerwear of choice; and suede Chelsea boots are popping up on the unlikeliest of feet. The 1970s are back, which means hair’s getting longer, colors are getting richer, and Almost Famous can be claimed as outfit inspiration. We’re just one step away from men in flared jeans. Who’s ready?Click to Continue!