Posts Tagged ‘personal style’
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
June 10, 2014
A while back, I had commissioned the lovely gentlemen at Moustache Hong Kong to make me a smoking jacket out of this vintage deadstock brocade, but I am only recently getting to appreciate what a remarkable piece it is. When it arrived, it was beautiful–don’t get me wrong–but I had first envisioned it as a high-low piece, something sparkly that I could wear with sneakers and a ratty t-shirt as a wear-anywhere jacket somewhere in between fall and spring. But it was stiff, and the fabric a little too sharp for everyday; it didn’t work for my intended purpose and so in my closet, it slept. Little did I know that all it needed was a little respect: I was going to attend an event with people in the menswear-y, tailor-y variety, and I needed a nice new sport jacket. I put this baby on, double-belted, with a crisp white shirt, black trousers, and smoking slippers, and boy did it sing.
Moustache Hong Kong smoking jacket, Uniqlo shirt, tailor-made trousers, Minelli suede smoking slippers
middle finger ring in mesh and brilliant-cut diamonds and pinky ring in tapered baguettes by Lanero, green resin ring by Norbu Bijoux
blog initials in collegiate letters
May 18, 2014
As in any love affair, my relationship with menswear goes through phases of smooth sailing, sparks of passion, and some dark times. I will tell you this much: this winter, I didn’t really see anything in store that shook me up or caused me to think about the way in dress in a completely different way. Call it disillusionment–a lover’s quarrel if you may–but the spring air has caused my mind to clear up now and it’s okay. In times of uncertainty, I gaze at two things I’ve loved from the start: sleek, handsome tailoring, and subtly kooky pieces. I’ve been wearing my suits everywhere from work, to cocktail hour, to Foodtown, and these clever pieces by one of my all time favorites Miharayasuhiro make me smile, and springtime, I feel fine.
lapel-less suit of my own design, Alexander Wang t-shirt, Miharayasuhiro shoes
with Miharayasuhiro trompe l’oeil coat
a spring coat statement by Miharayasuhiro
These heavier round-toe lace-ups are my shoe shape of choice to wear with suiting nowadays. The 8-balls on the heel are just the icing on this scrumptious leather cake.
photographs by Alex Atkins
March 28, 2014
I flew to Hong Kong for a weekend—my old stomping grounds, the style metropolis for Southeast Asian dwellers. It no longer inspires me the way it used to; the days of aspiring to look like a Granvile Road kid with spiky brown hair, grunge-pop clothes, sneakers, and a monogram bag are a thing of my pre-dandy past. But what has replaced that is a sense of wonder for the aggressively progressive China and how that and old Hong Kong influence us today. On a side note, I highly urge you to visit the outlets in Ap Lei Chau (not pictured): Prada, Lane Crawford, Joyce Boutique, and I.T. Trust that there will be something there for everyone.
“suit” of my own design in a pale blue palm-print fabric, COS t-shirt, Vans shoes
PoHo, Hong Kong
she: Reformation, me: Oakley sunglasses, vintage shawl, Issey Miyake shirt, Cotton On pajama pants, Vans shoes
tapestry shell top of my own design, Damir Doma pants, Birkenstocks
September 19, 2013
This vintage Yohji Yamamoto lace coat might as well be vintage Chanel (made for a large, boxy, broad-shouldered woman) with its round neckline, heavy drape, and fine lace fabric. It is both warm and breezy; thick lace with a flocked velveteen finish seems almost laser-cut with tiny geometric shapes which let the wind through. As always, for something in full-on velvet lace—long, sheer, and collarless—Mr. Yamamoto delivers a piece that is still quite masculine in shape and feel. I wore the precious piece over what I’d typically wear running around Brooklyn: a black t-shirt, Chinoiserie-print shorts, and black-on-black Converse.
vintage Yohji Yamamoto lace coat, Alexander Wang t-shirt, Chinoiserie-print shorts c/o Old Bull Lee, Converse shoes, Illesteva sunglasses
I love the porcelain-plate print on these Old Bull Lee shorts.
lace + chucks
photographs by Ciege Cagalawan
September 16, 2013
I went analog this season and took pictures of New York Fashion Week with an Olympus Trip 200 film camera. It sure beats carrying a big SLR, and the quality of film photos simply cannot be recreated on any digital camera. But shooting on film is an arduous process; film is expensive, and limited, and needs to be developed, scanned, and edited. Having to change rolls mid-show can cause heart palpitations on a young fashion boy. This is the New York Fashion Week that I love: friends, favorite designers, what I saw, ate, and wore, and where I went after dark.
This striped shirt is the one Robert Geller piece I need next summer.
“From Russia, With Punk” by Robert Geller
Mustachioed man of the hair backstage at Geller
Robert Geller and daughter Luna, before the show
Highland’s easy and impossibly cool streetwear
green brows + vintage + Yohji
Dashiel, entering Le Bain in Comme
Dustin in Sons of William
+ on M. Boudet
man in a dress
the inimitable Willy Cartier
Birkenstocks: the unofficial uniform of team The Dandy Project
William Yan in SoHo #bloggerstakingpicturesofbloggers
Baptiste Radufe walks General Idea
cool and clinical at Duckie Brown
Richard Haines, being Richard Haines
Converse sans Margiela