My favorite thing about summer in New York City is that for four months teeming with rooftop ragers and backyard bashes, everyone is practically naked, engaged in the perpetual motion of hopping from party to party, stopping to work or sleep from time to time. When it is too hot to even think about layering, each one of the few pieces you can wear must count, and these digital-print swim trunks pack an entire scenery of detail on a pair of shorts of such brevity. Orlebar Brown had tasked me with styling and shooting a couple of their key pieces; here they are on my neighbor and swim-buddy Philippe Via.
Orlebar Brown Bulldog Swim Shorts in the “Las Hadas” print, taken by photographer Slim Aarons in 1959
with Illesteva sunglasses and model’s own backpack
navy beach towel by Orlebar Brown
Orlebar Brown is doing a summer-long competition featuring prizes of trips to Miami and shopping sprees, downloadable masks, and other wonderful things. Check it out here.
Ricky Lewis is a musician and an actor, and lives in Bushwick. He grew up in Westbrook, Connecticut, a very small town that would triple in population during the summer, where he went to public school as one of just 54 students in his grade. Ricky moved to New York City at 19 and studied acting at William Esper Studio, where Mary-Kate Olsen had previously gone. He seems to be more focused on his music now, of which he says, “The songs are extensions of me, like my deranged little children.” People, film, collaboration, poetry, and his dog Agnes inspire him. The romance of his music resonates in his style, and the more I see what he wears, the more I see the actor in him, embodying different personas with different looks—the mark of a bona fide dandy.
Ricky Lewis in an Aspetto suit, vintage hat and shoes, and an N. Hoolywood shirt
The thing about dressing in the summertime is that much as I want to stick to my idea of wearing just quality, investment pieces—I sweat through my clothes and the strictly curated wardrobe needs to be augmented with everyday filler pieces. Amazon has become my new eBay as of late, and Summer 2013′s filler fabric of choice: black polyester mesh. It’s amazing how breathable such a synthetic textile can be and how it drapes to quite a flattering effect.
A reversible basketball jersey, two baseball jerseys in different sizes, and basketball shorts in varying generic sports brands, all in black mesh.
I like to wear my jerseys oversize and unbranded. There is an authenticity (and great savings!) to wearing the basic, generic versions of sportswear pieces contemporary designers render in fashion fabrics.
Augusta Sportswear black mesh baseball jersey, striped raffia shorts of my own design, all-black Converse Chuck Taylors. interiors (in progress) by Paul Morehouse
William Temple is from Denver, Colorado, and does showroom sales for a company that represents European menswear in New York City. He reminds me of those cool guys from high school—dressed clean and sharp, no frills and functional. His greatest influences are his mother, his grandparents, and his mistakes, and his favorite date spot in NYC is Marlow and Sons. Will continues to grow an impressive collection of body art that makes me wish I’d have the guts to commit to one of my own.
Will Temple in a shirt by Won Hundred and Public School shorts
necklaces by US BANK and Love Adorned
knuckle ring by Surface to Air
William Temple in a Lanvin jacket and Won Hundred t-shirt, jeans, and shoes
vintage Ray-Ban sunglasses
Won Hundred t-shirt and jeans, Nike shoes
Won Hundred knit t-shirt
“BE NICE,” says the Giles and Brother narrow railroad spike cuff.
New Era cap, Won Hundred hooded jacket, Adidas track pants, Nike x Undercover Gyakusou shoes
I was reorganizing my wardrobe the other day, and noticed that I wear more blouses than shirts. And by blouses, I really mean shirts that just happen to be a little loose and made out of typically womenswear fabrics like silk, rayon, cotton gauze, or, in this case, chiffon. I, admittedly, am not the biggest fan of layering on myself, and any shirt that makes enough of a statement sans jacket is my best friend in the summer. I designed this one with my tailor: I took a doily-print chiffon in blacks and beiges, and had him fashion me a shirt cut straight down from the armholes, with long sleeves, a slightly longer, almost tunic-like hemline, and a round open collarless neckline inspired by this shirt by The Sakaki, but with a deeper and wider scoop.
tailor-made chiffon blouse, Damir Doma pants, Adidas slide sandals
collarless scoop neckline
I’ve recently taken to wearing wide bands on my left middle finger as a bolder, though less comfortable progression from my signet pinky rings. This black, brown, and white diamond pavé ring set in rose gold by Lanero is an exercise in chaos and precision: the diamonds are placed in an almost random pattern, yet the craftsmanship–with the stones being set in a raised concave slope with a honeycomb backing–is immaculate.
These Damir Doma trousers give me that little feeling of luxury when I reach my hands inside the lambskin-trimmed pockets.
Adidas slides, like what the cool boys in elementary school wore after soccer practice
There are few things worse than finding oneself hungry at an odd hour and being left with no choice but to snack on something unhealthy, or worse, unsavory. I am very oral—constantly reapplying my lip balm, fondling my burgeoning mustache from time to time, and always wanting to put things in my mouth—hence, it is essential that I always have a little baggie of treats to chew on. My recipe for trail mix reveals a palate that is quite opposite from my tastes in clothing; this menswear minimalist has an appetite for bold flavors competing and contrasting with each other in harmonious disarray.
The ingredients for my trail mix: fresh basil, almonds, sesame seeds, dried cranberries, chopped dark chocolate, (not pictured: brown sugar, spices)
I dry-roast the almonds and sesame seeds in a heavy-bottom non-stick pan, constantly stirring until they lightly brown and release their natural oils.
I then add the spices (salt, black pepper, nutmeg, cayenne pepper, cumin, cinnamon) and stir them around the hot dry pan to wake up the flavors.
I scoop in some brown sugar with a tiny splash of water and stir until the mixture thickens and coats the nuts.
I lay the mixture out into a greased cookie pan and sprinkle a generous heap of basil to stick to the nuts and slightly wilt.
When the nuts cool, I fold in dried cranberries for tartness and chopped dark chocolate for a touch of indulgence.
I like to store my trail mix in a lucite box lined in canvas. The fabric shown is from an old white shirt that I tore up to line my clear boxes.
Carry it on its own as a minaudiere of munchies or fasten it with a grosgrain tie and stick it in your bag to snack on, as needed.
Logan Jackson is a photographer and a model born in Bermuda and raised in Arkansas. He finds inspiration in fashion, package design, Internet culture, sculpture, miniatures, and people who start businesses, and loves the work of artists Viviane Sassen, Bela Borsodi, and James Barsness. I had first taken notice of Logan when I Instagrammed a photo of him modelling Lee Roach at the London Showrooms in New York; I thought, what an interesting, unusual face to photograph. We met through a common friend soon after, and I grew fascinated with this budding photographer’s raw, youthful aesthetic. He is emblematic of the Bushwick generation—young, wild, and weird—and this seemingly arbitrary nonchalance that shines through in his modelling, and in his photographs can only come from a place of keen mindfulness.
Logan Jackson in layered t-shirts by Oak, Uniqlo pants cut into bermuda shorts, Geoffrey Beene socks, and Opening Ceremony shoes
Logan Jackson in a vintage t-shirt, Nike athletic pants, and Opening Ceremony shoes
Forfex x Opening Ceremony crepe-sole creepers in mesh and plastic
shorts suit by Claire Christerson
vintage hat, LPD New York shirt, Muji backpack, American Apparel pants and waist-tied shirt, Generic Man shoes
“Donatella” t-shirt by LPD New York
an earring on an otherwise plain canvas Muji backpack
Calvin Klein hooded shirt, Parke & Ronen swim shorts
I smiled so hard the first time I tried on these palazzo pants from Comme des Garcons Homme Plus Fall 2012—they draped marvellously but hung high and a little rigid as I walked in them—they were elegant and clownish at the same time. I’ve worn them with sleek black sweaters, and oversize white button-downs as they can seem a little more Yohji than Rei, but in the late days of spring, I like to wear them with silk, sequins, and sneakers.
Comme des Garcons Homme Plus cropped palazzo pants. I love the fitted high waist and the almost triangular shape they make side-view.
vintage silk t-shirt, Walter Van Beirendonck sequin “watch” bracelet, Comme des Garcons palazzo pants, Converse sneakers
This Stephan Schneider double-faced large scarf doubles as a shawl for mildly chilly days and as a blanket for the plane.
I really like my hands—hence all the rings, and the occasional accent-painted nail. People ask me what I do to keep them baby-soft and photo-ready, and the truth is that they are just naturally this way. But beauty is fleeting and so I’ve devised a weekly habit to nourish and cleanse two of my most important appendages. It is my take on the classic salt and oil hand scrub, enriched with all my favorite flavors and substances, and this is how to make it.
Hand scrub with extra virgin olive oil, Himalayan black sea salt, green tea, tobacco, and sandalwood extract
Sprinkle about a third of an inch of a cigarette into the olive oil. Tobacco, as an herb, and not smoked, has a surprisingly wide range of health benefits. In Ayurvedic medicine, it is regarded to have anti-inflammatory properties, and is used to treat colds and even rattlesnake and insect bites.
Add the same amount of green tea and let it steep for about 20 minutes. The caffeine in the green tea stimulates the skin, and the antioxidants in it are just plain good for you. This one is blended with some peppermint, which feels zesty on the hands.
Crush the herbs with a spoon to release the oils and let everything amalgamate. Add the black salt after mixing so as not to pulverize the grain. This Himalayan salt is black because of natural charcoal, which has purifying qualities.
Add the sandalwood extract last. Two drops will do; it is precious and highly potent. The scent of sandalwood, by way of Le Labo Santal 33, has been one that people associate with me. I thought it would be apt to mirror that note on my hands.
Spoon the mixture on to your hands, rubbing thoroughly. I try to get the salt grains in and around my cuticle, for a haphazardly painless version of a manicure. Rinse with water, and pat off the excess oil. I’d rather not wash my hands at this point, but rather, let the oil absorb into the skin.
Enjoy your dandy handys. Vintage rose ring with ruby drop, skull band by The Great Frog NYC
Dashiel Brahmann is a young menswear designer and former architect-in-training from a tiny beach town in New Jersey called Longport. Shooting Dashiel last weekend was reviving; his enthusiasm and experimental spirit got me excited about menswear again. (This past month had been a tremendously slow one, and in the blogosphere particularly, and I found myself more involved with projects in interiors and art.) The son of an architect and a painter, he has a keen eye for beauty and a deft hand—favoring an aesthetic he describes as a balance of “masculine and effeminate”, and he makes many of the clothes he wears. In the taxonomy of style sensibilities, I think Dashiel and I are very much related.
Dashiel Brahmann in a quarter-length sleeve, ankle-length cotton gauze summer shirt/jacket and linen drop-crotch trousers of his own design and Lanvin sandals in rust suede