Photos: Anthony Urbano
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??