Wednesday, October 22, 2014

#2632 So You Were The Other Woman... Now What

Javier Bardem, Penelope Cruz and Scarlett Johansson in Vicky Cristina Barcelona.
Anon asks: I recently ended an affair with this guy, I know it's the right thing to do but I have this fear that me being a (former) other woman will affect my future relationships. Like, I have this fear of being judged/rejected by this. I also fear that what has happened will keep me from trusting again. How do I deal with this? Thank you.

My mate has a new girlfriend, right? So I was asking him about her the other day, and he said to me, “If you knew how heavy her history was, you’d tell me to stay away.” I thought about that for a minute, and quickly came to the conclusion that if anybody knew the full extent of most of our relationship histories, they’d probably tell everybody to stay away from everybody else.

Monday, October 20, 2014

#2631 Bloggers Take Central Park

Filippo Fiori, me, Marcel Floruss and Filippo Cirulli in Central Park.
You know, a lot has changed since I started this here bloggy wog. Days are shorter, nights are colder, the ability to do this as an actual viable job has (thankfully) grown, and it's enabled a core crew of talented, entrepreneurial and innovative young people to traverse the globe. From the confines of your bedroom to the world, one blog post at a time. Who the GD hell would have thought it possible? Last weekend two of my favourite Italians (Filippo and Filippo of The Three F fame), one of my favourite Americans (Moti Ankari from The Metro Man) and everybody's favourite German (Marcel Floruss of One Dapper Street fame) got together to shoot a joint blog post in Central Park, because what better way to celebrate your mates than to collaborate with them all? Think of it as the United Colors Of Bloggoton... Or something. See below.

Friday, October 17, 2014

#2630 Yes, Coach!

You know one of the things that people often find strange about me is that I don't like domestic animals that much. If I had a dollar for every person who has ever told me, "Everyone who doesn't like dogs always loves my dog," I'd have about a billion dollars, and funnily enough, I've never loved any of their dogs. But like every good, patriotic New Zealander, I do love sheep. I love sheep running around on a farm, I love sheep's wool knitted into a sweater, I love sheep on my dinner plate, and I absolutely love a good shearling jacket. Despite the fact that shearling is — in my humble opinion — perennially cool, it's having a particular moment right now, meaning that just about every brand is showing it in some manifestation or other. This coat is by Coach, and it's one of my favourites of the Fall/Winter season. Yeah, it's $$$, but it's made from the hide of a formerly living animal, so y'know. If you want the look for cheaper, don't get faux shearling, that's wack. Scour eBay and see what you can find. I picked up something fairly similar for under $100.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

#2629 The Dog Days Of Summer

Another week, another disposable camera. I shot this one around Alphabet City and Williamsburg (which, if you're not familiar, are two neighbourhoods that sit directly opposite each other on either side of the East River) over the course of a couple of weeks while the weather was still hot at the tail end of summer. Click below to see the street where I live, my new mate Baixiang Chen, my old mate Corinna Studier, a possible discarded bomb left over from WW2, a case of mistaken identity and a lovely view of Manhattan as seen from the banks of the East River.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

#2628 Apple Pickin' With Tom Bull

My mate Tom Bull flew back into New York on Thursday after a couple of months in Sydney, and so to celebrate, on Friday we drove Upstate to an apple farm with the fine folks from Hudson Jeans and frolicked among the trees and hills and other miscellaneous countryside. As you can see, the months apart had been painful for us both, so to deal with the reunion-induced excitement we both felt but didn't want to admit to, we behaved like a couple of teenage boys and wrestled and made fun of each other and poured bags of apples over each other's heads. The moral of that story is that males never grow up. But would you have it any other way??