Metropolis Metropolis

February 1, 2013

Primary reason for needing to move to New York City: the photobombers here are top knotch.




I would say that a telltale sign of a pending decision to move to a city is the unfounded and slightly irrationally high heart rate of sitting in the back of a cab in foggy peak hour traffic, chirping animatedly to the severely disinterested driver about how fantastic you think the city he’s lived in for 50 years is. I assure you, friends: some day, I will pick up my life and park it over here where I’m inspired to work harder every morning and make friends with unsuspecting cab and/or UBER drivers. Since yesterday morning’s BlackBerry 10 launch (which, by the way, is amazing and I think I love Alicia Keys more, despite my ghoulish jet lag), I feel like I’ve covered so much ground, reconnected with so many people, and moved forward in my frame of mind and 2013 work.

Speaking of which, a lot of you have been asking me about my full time job for this year, and I’m finally able to tell you about it (sort of). SLATE Retail Group is a groundbreaking retail concept that will be hitting Sydney and the worldwide web later this year. As of about a month and a half ago, I took up the position of Fashion/Creative Director, which will be a significant part of my New York Fashion Week activity – so be prepared to see another side of Fashion Week that you may not have seen before! If that piques your interest, be sure to follow myself and SLATE on Instagram.

Meanwhile, back on Crosby St, Sara and I had just had the most excellent tacos and guacamole for lunch nearby at Tacombi, which I’d recommend to all of you. I love that New York offers such a sizable smattering of hole-in-walls that turn out to be exceptionally stimulating cultural experiences beyond what’s on your plate. I also love that I told myself I wouldn’t spend money on cabs while in town this time, and I’ve already taken two in two days. And that there are dancing hats on the walls as the train pulls away from the W 23rd St subway station.

But of course, what I love the most about this Apple is that you New Yorkers are probably the most talented photobombers I have ever had the pleasure of doing business with. Observe:


Respect, dude. If you know him, tell me – Sara and I shouting him tacos.

And after all that, it appears that the last thing on my mind is what I’m wearing: when air temperatures are sitting on a fat and healthy zero (let’s not forget wind factor, now), all you can think about is that fact that you forgot to pack a scarf (help!), that your nose may crack and fall off in the next minute or two, and that perhaps it isn’t so bad after all if you stand on Soho cobblestones soaking up the sun (as hazardous as that may be). Even so, I’m here to tell you that the no-brown-and-black rule does not apply when brown extends to camel, and Richard Parker is on the prowl underneath – even more so when tailored shoulders sharpen what would have been chic frostbite.

And now I’m going to get my Melatonin on. Jet lag sucks.

photos by Sara Kerens

Secret South Camel Coat – ASOSĀ Tiger SweaterVECCHIONE Turtle Neck Tank – Factorie Waxed Black Pants (similar HERE) – Acne Pistol Boots from My Wardrobe – 3.1 Phillip Lim Pashli Satchel from Shopbop