At left: Marchesa dress, The Kooples denim blouse, Rebecca Minkoff motorcycle jacket, Louis Vuitton python sandals. At right: Elizabeth & James jacket, Proenza Schouler t-shirt, BLK Denim jeans, Isabel Marant sneakers, Proenza Schouler purse. I call this one, “Exercise.” Ta da, the end.
In Partnership With
Rodarte t-shirt, Thakoon mullet skirt, MR x DANNIJO necklace. Something surreal happened this week when I found my freaky face on the cover of Avenue Magazine‘s Best Dressed New Yorker issue. I’m standing on the cover behind a title that says “The Man Repeller says I Do,” ostensibly referring to my accepting an engagement proposal months ago though the truth of the matter is, I haven’t said I do. I said I will. I will, people. Will. In any case, it was cool. Partly because I had a great time working with photographer friend Aram Bedrossian whose got a penchant for getting down really far onto the ground, becoming one with the pavement and shooting shots from weird angles, and mostly because while styling myself in outfits so characteristically me, I’ve probably lost all credibility as an authoritative voice of eclectic fashion. The fact of this matter is I don’t wear much else other than that which is outlined above and below. Enjoy some outtakes from the shoot at large here.
At left: Equipment blouse, Armani pants, Alaia shoes. At right: Carven jacket, LaQuan Smith skirt, Only Hearts biker shorts. The only cold day this winter provided found me sitting in a flimsy treated silk blouse on a sidewalk in the meatpacking district. I feared my nipples may detach from breast but alas, they did not, and in the event it started to rain, I’m glad to report right photo proves my nether regions would have stayed dry. So much symbolism in that sentiment–every man repeller needs a plastic skirt to ensure their nether regions stay perpetually dry too.