Every time I’m abroad for fashion week and someone discovers I’m British, there’s this moment – this predictable, almost scripted exchange – where they say something like, “Oh, British style!…
My buddy Jake texted me last weekend sometime around 2AM. Completely rattled. “Dude. I just got promoted. I have a meeting with the board next week. Everything in my closet…
I learned the hard way that you should never wear a Burberry check flat cap into a Glasgow dive bar. Burberry checked everything was everywhere back in 2006, particularly if…
I’m here to confess to you the low point of my sartorial existence. Three years ago, on a nondescript Wednesday morning, I woke up to go to work and realized…
My grandfather’s work jacket is hung up in my closet, wedged between a Brooks Brothers blazer I bought when I landed my first “real job” and a vintage Champion bomber…
I received this email at 2:17 AM EST on Wednesday. Subject: STYLE EMERGENCY Message: My girlfriend’s brother is getting married Saturday. I just realized my brown wingtips are worn down…
I recently made the mistake of wearing the same outfit to Milan Fashion Week that I had worn to London Fashion Week just one week earlier. Big mistake. Enormous mistake.…
The first thing I remember thinking as a teenager wasn’t about sex or independence or any of those clichéd milestones that everyone else insists happened to them. It was about…
I was standing in the men’s section at Target last Saturday afternoon watching Sophie swing from the cart while Jackson and I debated between two styles of chinos (“Dad why…
I was killing some time (i.e. procrastinating work I should’ve been doing) at a coffee shop last Tuesday, sitting on the Lincoln Park patio people watching. I’ve always found people…