hood: Yohji Yamamoto Y3, 2011 | jacket: Rick Owens, 2009 | boots; Gianni Bravo, 2006 | pants: Stella McCartney for Adidas, 2010 | top: Adidas, 2009
lunch meeting at The Bowery Hotel. dinner/drinks at Acme.
vest: Adidas SLVR, 2011 | pants: ? (Kmart), 2008 | boots: Sportmax Max Mara, 2010 | hoodie sweater: Michael Kors (men’s), 2006 | eyewear: Gucci, 2004
maybe you’re not aware, but the best place to get Hanes teeshirts is Kmart. so one day while i was on my way to the men’s underwear section i spotted these pants in the children’s department. they’re reversible even, the other side is red with black stripes. i think i paid around $12 for them.
i get complimented on them all the time. i finally got tired of explaining to people that they’re from Kmart kids, so now i just lie and say they’re Gaultier. and then people really love them.
dress: Geld Iaz, 1998 | jeans: Gap, 2005 | coat: LGB / If Six Was Nine, 2005 | shoes: Dior, 2005 | cover-up (under coat): Initial [Hong Kong], 2009 | hat: vintage authentic Russian air force (flea market), 2007
you know those weirdos who persistently mistake kindness for weakness and only become nice when you start to treat them like shit in return?
no? it’s a difficult concept to grasp, i know. but, give it a try on one of those inexplicable perennial assholes in your life, what have you got to lose. works like a charm every time, believe that.
top: Geld Iaz, 2008 | cover-up: Initial (Hong Kong), 2009 | shoes: Yves St Laurent, 2008 | vest (not worn): DKNY, 2010
despite being an american-born-and-raised asian i sometimes feel like there are vast differences between eastern and western cultures that are somewhat difficult for me to overcome. so, often i am compelled to adopt a more western comportment than is inherent in my nature. i must admit it’s quite effectual but i can’t say i particularly enjoy it. oh the conundrum.
eyewear: Gucci, 2004
spent the day in Tulum but only got to really see Casa Violeta, because it turned out we ran into a bazillion people from New York there. holy cow it was like a scene out of La Esquina– solo con sol, arena, y el mar. ha ha aha lemme put it this way: if Ferret knew about this place, for sure he’d make a pitstop on his way home from St Barth.