Hey, gidday mates! We came, we saw, we conquered. NYC to Milan and back, Thursday to Tuesday, four and a half days, in and out. Or so we thought.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I love living in New York, and I do believe that attending the international fashion weeks is a privilege, not a chore, but after a solid month of shows in Milan, Paris and New York (men’s and women’s), not to mention freezing temperatures, snow, and an internal voice — heady with fashion week-induced insecurity — that tells me all sorts of unhelpful things, it was high-time to get out of the city for a quick breather with my other half.Click to Continue!
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! 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! We’ve run through where to get the best food and where to snap the best photos, so for my final set of NYC #notatourist travel tips in collaboration with Visa, let’s talk nightlife. First things first, here in America, you’re obliged to tip for service. Good or bad. The standard rule of thumb is $1 per drink if it’s something simple, and 20% if it’s something more complicated like a cocktail. And guys, it’s always safer to run around with a card than cash, because if you lose your card along the way, Visa will replace it wherever you are. Now without further ado, here’s where to go:Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Continuing my #notatourist travel series with Visa, let’s talk Instagram. Everyone coming to NYC knows you can get a great futuristic shot in Times Square; an amazing cityscape from the Empire State Building or the Top of the Rock; and a cracker of the Statue of Liberty from the Staten Island Ferry, but there are a ton of other locations that show up on native New Yorkers’ grams that you might not know how to access. I’ve got your back. These are the top nine spots to get the perfect NYC Instagram.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! It’s been a while since I put together a list of my top 10 spots to eat in New York City, but I’m teaming up with Visa to bring you some travel tips over the next few weeks, so I figured it was high time I updated my favourite eateries. Just FYI: I’m by no means a gourmand; I don’t believe in spending a lot of money on food; and none of these places are next in line for a Michelin star; but I promise you’ll love every single one, that’s a guarantee! If you don’t, be sure to send a letter with your complaints to this address. So without further ado…Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I’m coming to you live from day four of my trip to Florence, Italy, and this stay has been the best of any I’ve had before. Would you believe that I’ve come to Florence for #menswear related reasons four or five times in the past couple of years, and been so stuck on work that I’ve never once gone and seen Michelangelo’s David, or the Uffizi Gallery; I’ve never eaten at a half-decent restaurant; I’ve never gone for a drive outside of the city unless it was to go to a fashion show; and I’ve never even taken the time to go for a stroll along the beautiful Arno River (which you might have seen show up time and time again in my Instagram posts this trip)?Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! Buon giorno from sunny Florence! I’m here in the Tuscan capital with the insanely cool (and coolly insane) designer concept store LuisaViaRoma alongside a bunch of the world’s top bloggers — Song of Style, Damsel in Dior, Front Roe by Louise Roe, He Spoke Style, The Three F, and more. Amazing! Later today I’m going to be shooting with the store, but the last couple of days have been spent running around this beautiful little city, and yesterday I had one of my favorite travel moments of all time when Louise Roe and I were given our own private tour of the Palazzo Vecchio where the Medici family lived, including a glimpse at their Vasari-lined bedrooms, their cabinets of curiosity, and their secret passageways — which they used on the regular to get up to absolutely no good. (See more on my Instagram.)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!