Hey, gidday mates! I’m sitting in my bedroom surrounded by medicine because this morning I woke up with such an extreme sore throat that I went straight to the doctor and they were like, MATE you have the strep. It’s less fun than it sounds, trust me. But anyway, in this post I’m wearing a bomber and a cape from Dior Homme’s Fall/Winter 2017 collection, featuring artwork by the Brooklyn-based painter Dan Witz — the paintings are from a series called Mosh Pit and feature young men thrashing around in a dark room. I will now go die a slow and painful death in my own dark room. Wish me luck.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I’m currently lying on my bed fighting off waves of exhaustion after two huge days watching Lorde, Wu Tang, Flume, Chance The Rapper, and a bunch of others perform at Governors Ball this weekend. So many memories. On the first night the line for the ferry was so long that I ended up walking across the RFK Bridge to the 120-something’th Street with like 5000 teenagers who were blasting Chance and DJ Khaled and Lil Uzi Vert from their iPhones. Almost made me feel young again. ALMOST. I shot these photos with my mate Jeremy Mitchell lastClick to Continue!
Comme des Garcons has been one of my favorite brands for as long as I’ve loved fashion. Probably the thing I love most about Comme is that there is literally something for anybody, no matter how freaky or conservative your style might be, and no matter how deep your pockets are. When I was younger and broke I’d save up my dollars and dip my toe in the Comme water with the fragrances (Comme 2 is an all-time favorite), leather pouch wallets, and everything Comme des Garcons Play; but as I’ve grown older I’m more and more obsessed with Comme’s takes on really simple pieces, like the blue worker jacket I’m wearing in this photo — it’s a classic Carhartt or Dickies style, but cut in the most beautiful indigo blue textured cotton. There are also all these little details that I love, like the over-dyed garment tags on the inside and the slubby cotton that you’d only see if you looked at it up close.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I’m on this quest to collect as much streetwear as possible right now. It’s a hobby I haven’t indulged in since my university days (over 10 years ago!!!) when I used to scour eBay for all the Nike Vandals and throwback basketball jerseys I could find, and wear them with the skinniest jeans imaginable. It was a look. This time round I’m toning it down. A bit. This yellow Stussy hoodie is my latest acquisition, and I love it under a beautiful piece of outerwear like my trusty Zegna coat, and some tailored pants like these wide-wale cords by Gant Rugger, all finished off with these heavy-soled Dries Van Noten derbies. I guess it’s like an adult take on a teenage style. Which is fitting, because I’m kinda like an adult version of a teenager.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! What was a mild winter is now turning into a diabolically cold and wet spring, with the occasional sunny day to brighten things up. So it seems a little incongruous to be pushing warm-weather-clothing in the current climate, but surely we’re only a week or two away from balmier days. SURELY. To wit, I got my hands on these Missoni pieces last week, and they’re a far cry from what I’ve been wearing for the past few months (overcoat and black jeans or black leather jacket and stonewash jeans). The pants are significantly wider and higher waisted than anything I usually wear, and the jacket hits above the hips in that perfect 1950s crop. This stuff is elegant as all hell, but works perfectly with a white T-shirt and white socks and my classic Dr Martens. Prime example of this East Villager-by-way-of-New Zealand’s take on Italian luxury. Va bene?Click to Continue!