This Is Water - An Introspecitve
'Babar Meets Soulland'
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Jenny McClary and Annie Leepson of veer nyc Read the interview here.
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ROUND TWO FROM NEW YORK FASHION WEEK
General Idea’s F/W 13 collection was obviously about blatant nods to colour-blocking and subtle nods to the penis (see the hat circa middleman). In other news, my opinion of tassel rope buttons is changing, that is, from ‘meh’ to ‘okay, okay.’ Read more.
A Guy On Girls
I don’t hate “Girls” nearly as much as the internet does (except for their vaginas, breasts and when they look at, touch or speak to me. But that’s a different story.). Actually, I don’t hate them it at all. When Lena Dunham’s show premiered last year, I watched the first episode expecting to have happen to me what did to every other psedou-intellectual, self-absorbed hipster. It didn’t, though....
Things I Liked So Far From NYFW
It’s New York Fashion Week, as I’m sure many of you are aware, and while I couldn’t be there in person, that didn’t stop me from compiling the things I liked most thus far. Read on my wayward son. Here’s Todd Snyder bringing me one step closer to my life long dream of finding the perfect leather jacket. A wise essay once said “To give up on that dream, is to give up on myself.” The things...
It’s no secret to anyone with eyeballs and any sort of moral compass that we live in a society of over-consumption. We want, need, and crave new things. We envy those who have them and “Is that an iPhone 3GS?” those who don’t. Things, stuff, shit; whatever your prefernce for label, it’s everywhere and in a growing number of circles, it’s everyone. I’m not here to preach about the dangers that...
They Call Me Mellow Yellow
With respect to one’s persona, it might be said that each one of us is a particular shade of a very eclectic color wheel. Some can stand alone as a self-righteous, opaque royal blue; while others linger in the background, a neutral, ‘Sorry, I’m not good with crowds’ beige. Some reek of a brown, relaxed, levelheadedness and others practically drown you as a bubbly, ‘Omg! Like, no.’ fuchsia. View...
If I was to develop a hierarchy of fabrics, measured of course by the frequency with which they appear on my body, a quick guesstimate would land leather at number three; right behind denim and plaid. It’s one of those things that I tend to do less in bulk and more so in the details of a manfit (Outfit for men. (Do I need to keep doing this?)). View More
A Sartorial Breakdown
Photo courtesy of Tommy Ton for GQ As of late, I’ve developed an if-you’ve-seen-one-you’ve-seen-em-all attitude toward the mens street style photos dominating the web. The rate at which I click next seems to increase in accordance to the frequency of graphic ties, navy blazers, and structured pea coats. View More
The Scarf That Started It All
The first scarf I ever really cared about was red and blue plaid with fringe on each end; I found it on the ground during a walk home one night. Shortly after I tightened the scarf around its new home, a stranger came running from a alley, stopped in front of me and said “I know what you are.” Finally, someone does, I thought. “Sorry?” I replied. “I know you’re a male prostitute.” “I’m, ah, I’m...
I have this friend of a friend who rarely follows through with anything, a case of perma-cold feet one might say. He has no problem starting tasks, making plans, committing to friends, but when it’s time to bite the bullet, it’s highly probable he’s instead, perusing the latest tweets of Kelly Oxford and wondering why his life will never be this funny. This friend of a friend (who is in no way,...
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Day Seven - Seven Days of Wool
The time has come when we must say goodbye to a woolderful week of man sweaters. We laughed, we cried, we saw me in camou, it was a week filled with ups and downs. Although, as the saying goes, when one door closes,another one opens you try buttoning all the way for the first time. That’s right, I’ve taken the privileged of using day seven to break my button hymen. I’ve never been able to fully...
Day Six - Seven Days of Wool
Albeit, the days are sporadic, they are no less woolderful. Today for instance, includes characteristics such as: a popped collar with leather detail, thrifted wool and a reversed DIY collared denim jacket. While the following has little to do with my outfit for day six and more to do with the prospect of me living in a box come January – I’m nevertheless about to vent on the difficulty of finding...
Day Five - Seven Days of Wool
Imagine my excitement when I found this fellow at Elsie’s yesterday. Before I even tried it on, I had a string of thoughts as to what the G could possibly stand for. I started with the obvious, as if a result of fate: gay. Moved on to: great, Gameboy, Gary, gargantuan. Ghastly, gang, ginger ale, German Sheppard, gastroenterologist, gaudy, gas, gourmet. Ghandi? It was clear I would never know...
Day Four - Seven Days of Wool
I know that a sweater is traditionally meant to be aon top, I get that. But I was getting dressed this morning and I had a sort of epiphany that ended with me being really tired of the sweater’s normative role. It was time for a plaid button down to take the reins and while the one in question has no doubt had its 15 minutes, it’s never had the opportunity to really take control. I wondered if...
Day Three - Seven Days of Wool
Day three found me listening to some friends present a communications plan they had developed for a women who’s a wardrobe consultant. They presented, the client talked and the whole thing went really well. At the end of the presentation my comrades’ client said something that I found interesting and relevant to what I do here every day – ‘Wardrobe isn’t the most important thing in life, but...
Day Two - Seven Days of Wool
As Monday rolls into Tuesday, as does Day One into Day Two. Undeniably my favorite day for quite sometime now, Tuesday provides me with what is arguably my only reason for life, cheap movie night. Once a week I spend a couple hours sitting in a dark room with complete strangers, watching films of varying quality and eating food that cost more than I pay for internet. It’s wonderful. I know...
Day One - Seven Days of Wool
Beginning the sequel to Seven Days of Plaid, what could very well be my best work to date, today not only marks the obligatory ‘first day of the week’ or ‘the day I most want to die’, but also the first on my journey in the highly anticipated and likely to be acclaimed equally as high following its completion, Seven Days of Wool. The idea first came to me while I sat waiting for the bus....