Posts Tagged ‘personal style’
November 18, 2014
This is not a story on the hottest new jean trend on the streets; this is a story about how I fell in love with jeans again. I’ve gone months without wearing denim. I found black trousers to be infinitely more exciting than the staple black skinnies favored by many a downtown NYC boy, and I bought black pants in all shapes: slim, pleated, drop-crotch, palazzo, and parachute. Dark denim just didn’t feel right at the moment, and I didn’t even think to consider all the other colors. But there was something about the idea of classic men’s stonewash denim, dad jeans as dubbed by most, that seemed to appeal to where my style is at the moment: comfortable, pared-down, masculine, and a tiny hint nostalgic. I searched far and wide for the perfect pair, and after trying on pairs that were too whiskered, too distressed, unflattering, or just the wrong color, I found love in a pair of AG jeans two sizes too big for me. I wear them with an elastic belt, with all the cozy black things I like to wear in the winter—SO comfortable, I know what I’m wearing on the plane home for the holidays.
Yohji Yamamoto coat, CP Company sweater, AG jeans, Allen Edmonds x The Dandy Project custom shoes
AG Dylan jeans in 17 years orbit
CP Company “dad sweater,” AG “dad jeans”
These shoes are a collaboration with Allen Edmonds: I wanted a pair of classic clean American black oxfords, and had them done in the finest smooth black leather, with rubber soles for comfort. I’m giving away a pair to the lucky reader who e-mails firstname.lastname@example.org with his shoe size and a sentence explaining why we should pick you. May the odds be in your favor.
photos by BJ Pascual
November 9, 2014
I’ve decided that my look for this fall would be “cool university professor’s young dad son”–a look that I thought would be best topped off with the Seiko Astron GPS Solar watch sponsored by the lovely people at Socialstars #AstronElite. I’m not getting any younger, I’m even graying, and I find myself drawn to things that are less weird, and less overtly slick. There is something sexy about looking like you could provide for a small family, change diapers, and manage to pull yourself together with quiet elegance: it’s a skill that young Williamsburg dads, my muses of the moment, seem to have down pat. This fall, I’m going to read a lot, and write poetry; you’ll find me dressed in khakis and dad jeans, big knits with funnel necks, and an air of maturity that I hope to catch up on in real life.
Stephan Schneider scarf, Barbour International Jacket, Seiko Astron watch, COS sweater and khakis, Church’s socks, Number (N)ine shoes
The Seiko Astron, a cool, quiet, complicated watch, uses GPS signals to identify the time zone, time and date data, and is powered by all types of light.
Number (N)ine creepers
photos by BJ Pascual
November 4, 2014
Not too long ago, GQ had urged men to ditch the going-out shirt: ill-fitting, ugly, and worn untucked with boot-cut jeans, it’s apparently the bro’s uniform when he goes to clubs, house parties, and worst of all, dates. Having grown up in Southeast Asia, where it’s too hot to wear a jacket for most of the year, I’ve always worn some sort of going-out shirt–not necessarily ill-fitting, or ugly, but something easy, that looks good in the nighttime lights. I’ve had many of these shirts in dark velvet, or crisp, fitted, architectural white, but I’m currently quite fond of this one, a funny old vintage silk shirt that drips with 90s Gianni Versace vibes. It might be a very womenswear thing to have clothes for the day and clothes for the evening, but I’m with the bros on this one. I love a shirt that is as comfy as it is loud, but gentlemen, I’ll leave the boot-cut denim to you.
rings: AC+632, Lanero, and A Land, Marsell mules
October 17, 2014
One thing that keeps me interested in dressing up is the idea of taking items of clothing that have fallen out of favor and finding new ways to make them work. I love a good vest– it’s an easy way to add some structure to an outfit, and a low-commitment addition that keeps you a little warmer. I guess I’ll always have a soft spot for waistcoats: they were a thing back when I had started blogging, and I wore them with American Apparel t-shirts and skinny jeans and bowler hats, and when the trend went sour, I was left with a sizeable number of vests in my closet, all without suits to match. This linen halter waistcoat by Damir Doma is a remarkable piece because of the unusual cut and detailing. I like to wear it over thin sweaters, almost like a puffy vest but for milder weather.
Oakley sunglasses, Damir Doma linen halter vest, Uniqlo heattech sweater, Damir Doma drop-crotch cropped pants, Nike shoes
grosgrain belt and sheer back
Nike Frees and a chain-link ring
October 7, 2014
As someone who tends to favor restraint and the subtlety of non-colors, getting so much wear out of my bright blue suit from Reiss comes as a surprise. I’ve worn it three-piece with a crisp shirt buttoned all the way up to attend a few fashion week shows (thanks, Highsnobiety and Huffington Post!), two-piece with shirt unbuttoned to dinner, and with a long shirt and a silver hair piece to a friend’s dance party at Le Baron. I felt invincible wearing it, and nodded fervently when a few days after, The Cut put out that piece on Italian men wearing bright blue suits as a symbol of power. Powerful as it seems though, there is a gentle benevolence to the color blue that seems to work even when applied all over a suit in full saturation. This time around, for the blog, I thought I’d wear the suit in the spirit of an archetype I always go back to: the young maharajah.
blue suit by Reiss, Karma Mantra necklace, vintage tunic, Guidi shoes
Black onyx and coral Japa Mala by Karma Mantra
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
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