September 29, 2014
Nick Blumenthal is a visual artist who does mostly photography, but dabbles in painting and some mixed media. He counts memory and psychological tension as his greatest inspirations, and unrequited love on occasion. Nick recounts the most romantic thing that has happened to him in New York: “An ex of mine who royally fucked up took a 10-hour bus ride to show up at my work, teary-eyed with apology roses. Granted it didn’t work out, but seeing the girls on my train home passing glances, whispering about the lucky girl who I was bringing them home to, was entirely satisfying.” There is a melancholy romance that drew me to his photos, as if the teenage angst of a once Myspace-emo kid had been distilled into something much more pure and refined. We share a very similar creative path: his work is mostly personally driven, rather than politically or otherwise, and seeks to apply this personal material into a universally digestible narrative.
Nick Blumenthal in a Hood by Air top
Hood by Air top, Rick Owens shorts, Air Jordan Retro 1′s
with BLK DNM bomber
detail on the Rick Owens shorts
Nike Air Jordan Retro 1′s
Daniel Jackson for Topman jacket, Rick Owens top, Nicolas Andreas Taralis jeans, Dr. Martens boots
silk muscle tee by Rick Owens
Rick Owens DRKSHDW coat and jeans, Asher Levine top, Air Jordan Retro 11′s
Asher Levine long t-shirt
custom ID necklace by Drawn & Quartered
Air Jordan Retro 11′s
At home, with his portraits of trans men. Jil Sander t-shirt, Calvin Klein boxer briefs
Alpha Industries jacket, BLK DNM sweater, basketball shorts
September 22, 2014
I’ve had a rough summer—sleeping in many different cities and eventually coming home to the toughest of them all; work and play, and the blurry lines in between; projects, people, and promises lost and found—I am looking forward to the cozy, good and faithful feeling of fall. Elsa Schiaparelli once said, “In difficult times fashion is always outrageous.” I suppose I am going against fashion this time, favoring classic men’s pieces, perhaps still with little offbeat touches here and there but all very luxe, soft, and subdued. I’m veering away from the camp severity I used to be fond of in my younger years, and I find myself dressing more for me than for an audience. Here are a few things I’ll be wearing.
Bottega Veneta intrecciato document case in Ardoise, a dark gray somewhere between charcoal and black, what I’d dub as a glorious “soft black.”
The military detailing and the angry little puppy on the sleeve can be quite misleading, this vintage unlined Yohji Yamamoto Pour Homme coat fits like a snuggie.
These AG Jeans in the Matchbox fit are great basics and are the softest black jeans I own, and the pinstriped Yohji Yamamoto tuxedo pants are comfy and cropped– just the right amount of weird.
custom black fox stole, wore high on the neck as a scarf, with boxy sweaters or sweeping high-necked jackets
Marsell mules in washed leather, also in a soft black shade, to be worn with soft, nubby socks in the colors of fall
September 17, 2014
I once read somewhere that every man should own a tuxedo, but these days, I think a dark suit performs the same functions as a tux, with much more versatility. But how many black suit iterations can a man own? Indochino had offered to make me a suit and I decided to go for the tuxedo: a little shrunken, a little cropped, with a peculiar double-breasted scoop-neck vest, vests being a thing of mine as of late. The folks at Indochino were very kind, and accommodating, and covered all the alterations that needed to be done when the suit arrived a little too large. I’m looking at my calendar, planning out the next couple of formal affairs I’ll be attending and I will probably be wearing a smoking jacket and a black suit to those two, respectively, but this tuxedo I will wear as a surprise. Dinner perhaps? Late Wednesday drinks? Brunch.
Indochino tuxedo vest and pants, Title of Work organza bowtie, Prada shirt, Paul Evans shoes
the full suit
Title of Work organza bowtie, rings by And Other Stories and Lanero
Paul Evans cordovan lace-up shoes
August 11, 2014
On somewhat chilly summer nights when most men would don a cardigan or a sweater to keep warm, I enjoy getting lost in a big, flowy kimono. I like to wear mine clean and pared-down, like a summer samurai. You all know I love a good dressing gown, but in warmer months, the combination of a shorter-loose-sleeve kimono and cropped bottoms strikes the perfect balance of breeziness and skin coverage.
vintage men’s kimono, Alexander Wang t-shirt, Celine clutch, Y-3 shorts, Minelli shoes
subtle vertical-striped pattern on the green-black silk
Celine clutch, diamond ring by Lanero, concrete ring by 22designstudio
easy suede loafers by French shoe brand Minelli
August 6, 2014
The Amalfi coast is cinematic: I found myself having Sophia Loren moments admiring the sweeping scenery of the coast, walking through the narrow streets of Positano, savoring the local fare while being serenaded with Caruso, and getting lost in old-world Ravello. I suggest you book your trip early and off-peak if you can; it’s worth planning ahead and braving a bit of a chill if you get to stay at a beautiful place in the center of it all. I spent a few nights in Milan—a miniature, sleepy, Italian NYC, with streets filled with the most vivacious, glamorous women. Shopping in this city was a blast. Everything from COS to Corso Como was within walking distance in the city center, and everything seemed to be available.
the stunning Amalfi Coast
nothing but net
the coast of Capri
a dog named Euro
serenade on a plate
espadrilles from Casa Hernanz
trying on the local crafts
somewhere around the hotel
wallflower (Rajo Laurel shirt, Stella McCartney shorts)
Pompeii (tunic and pants of my own design, Teva sandals)
phallus marking the site of a brothel
Elena, the Dolce girl from Lugano
America, my first love
August 4, 2014
George Inaki is Filipino and Japanese, and lives in New York City. He worked PR for American Apparel, Chanel, Dior, and YSL Beauté in Tokyo before moving stateside to start his clothing line George of Grand: luxury t-shirts with graphics created in collaboration with Japanese artists, all produced in New York. He and his partner Jed Root are fantastic hosts, graciously welcoming me to their Palenville estate a few weekends ago. George invited me over to their fabulous flat in SoHo to take pictures and peek through his closets of treasures—here’s what I saw.
George Inaki in Prada
shoes: Chanel, Nike, Bottega Veneta, Saint Laurent Paris, Chanel, Chanel, Prada
George Inaki in a Jil Sander jacket, George of Grand t-shirt, Nike shorts, and Saint Laurent sneakers
Persol sunglasses, Cartier watches, Leica Camera, Saint Laurent wallet, jewelry by Cartier, Chrome Hearts, Chanel, Givenchy, and others
George of Grand t-shirt
July 23, 2014
Screw the rules: if I could have only one suit, it will be black. Black is timeless–it’s the ultimate neutral–and a black suit works just as well as an almost-tuxedo for formal affairs, as it does with a white shirt and knit tie for interviews, and equally well jacket-only, with jeans and a nice t-shirt for casual dinners. It isn’t funereal if it fits well, and if you’re having it made (or if you could customize it yourself), little touches keep it from feeling cookie-cutter. The fine folks at Reiss’ personal tailoring service let me go full-on dandy with the details: white-lipped horn buttons, bronze striped lining and vest backing, and a royal purple melton. I could only say great things about their fine fabrics and finishes, the decidedly English nipped-waist fit of the suits, and their kind and patient staff. This is how I wear my black suit.
bespoke three-piece suit from Reiss, Marcella custom mandarin-collar shirt, Miharayasuhiro shoes
white-lipped horn buttons on my Reiss tailor-made suit, rings by Stephen Webster
a green-bronze fine-striped silk for the lining and on the back of the waistcoat
purple undercollar melton
Stephen Webster crab ring: blue opal under faceted rock crystal set in black gold with blue sapphires and black diamonds
Stephen Webster thorn full-finger ring: white diamonds on white gold
special thanks to Stephanie at Reiss, Maryanne at Marcella, and Alex at Stephen Webster
July 21, 2014
There’s something so easy about visiting Spain–maybe it’s the siesta culture, their generous hospitality, or the Spanish-Filipino language and culture connection–this country never really felt foreign to me. I spent a few days in Madrid, a city that ironically feels decidedly more mature than Barcelona, its older sister by a thousand years. The streets seemed to be filled with buildings that are either pre-war or built in the 70s, as if all construction was halted 40 years ago and everything had the lightest film of dust on them, the people are warm and punchy, and the food is rich and flavorful. A quick car ride away is the old capital of Toledo, the most breathtaking scene in this little trip, a setting for a fairy tale.
the view from my room at Villa Magna in Madrid
langoustines and other sea creatures at Mercado de San Miguel
gulas, spaghetti of the sea
candy shop in the old town
Toledo, like a fairy tale
red suit of my own design, Bottega Veneta portfolio in dark gray, Cornelia Webb hand cuff
drainage covers by Fendi
dinner at Casa Benigna begins with two bread dipping olive oils: España vs Italia
paella served in a skinny, heavy patella
the perfect bite
smoked rice paella Valenciana with rabbit
July 17, 2014
I like color now. I liked color back in high school, when color was all I had by means of freedom in the way I could dress, when shape, texture, and layers were just nowhere to be found within my reach. Though I maintain that men look best in neutrals, happiness trumps all, and this flirtation I am having with color, a challenge to break away from the ease of all-black, makes me smile about fashion again. I had this summer suit made by my tailor in a stiff Japanese linen, somewhat inspired by what elderly gentlemen wore while practicing Tai Chi around my school back in the late 90s. It is a familiar silhouette: the top is the same collarless round-neck shirt I’ve had made in many fabrics, and the pants are shaped just like all my perfect slim trousers. When I like something, I dive into it heart first, and though I swim with caution, I let it consume me, head-to-toe.
red linen summer suit of my own design, Lanvin sandals
colorful soles on my Lanvin sandals
June 24, 2014
This time, I landed in Paris without a list of off-the-beaten-path restaurants, bars, and boutiques to check out—I had no plans, let alone a shopping list; I explored the city under my feet. “I’d love to live in Paris for a year,” was something I would always say with great fervor, tempered with fear. By now, I’d gone on quite a number of dates with Paris, and with familiarity, and my guard down, I love the city even more. I took long lunches, and played favorites with restaurants; took my time at boutiques, and made friends with sales associates. I also visited Versailles for the first time, and not just because Kimye. I had a grand time in Paris, and I hope to spend more time there. Friends– my Paris photo diary, in digital and film.
Assembly New York t-shirt, Yohji Yamamoto jacket
Yohji Yamamoto jacket and pants, Issey Miyake shirt
Serge Lutens boutique
fresh off the plane
Yohji Yamamoto jacket and pants, Kennington Hawaiian shirt
around the corner from Hermes
Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses, you’re my favorite restaurant