Hey, gidday mates! Like I mentioned yesterday, on Saturday night I had dinner with Cameron Dallas. I should say THE Cameron Dallas, because the crowd that showed up for the kid at the Calvin Klein show yesterday was rivaled only by crowds I’ve seen for Lucky Blue Smith, Justin Bieber and Will Smith. I’m talking girls in their hundreds, screaming, chanting, crying, the real deal. And proving my age, I didn’t even know who he was. (If you’re old like me, he’s a Youtube star and social media sensation.) Full disclosure, I shook his hand but didn’t talk to him because we were seated at opposite ends of the table, but he did show everyone a Youtube video of a bunch of young dudes eating hair cake, so that happened.Click to Continue!
Hey, gidday mates! I’m writing this from my bed in my apartment in New York City, and it feels gooooood. What I would give to stay in this exact spot for the next 24 hours and doze and order Seamless and watch Netflix… But the real world beckons, and the moment I’m done with this blog post it’s straight out the door to meetings, then a tennis academy courtesy of Lacoste, and then Jenny Albright and I are DJing a party tonight at my favourite late night venue Never Never. No rest for the wicked. But to the matter at hand, this was the final outfit I wore to the Milan men’s shows. I wanted to go casual after the jacket and tie from the day before, and it just so happened that everywhere I went, yellow followed me.Click to Continue!