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Los Angeles to New York
~ Saturday, May 19 ~
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10 rules on how to dress like a G:

1. The most crucial element is it’s fit. Familiarize yourself with the basic components, especially your shoulders. It frames the length of your body and shapes it. The suit’s shoulders should hug yours. Size matters.

2. I like large lapels because a lot of the times you see standard peak lapels. It accentuates the shoulders making it seem broader. I’m not good with subtlety.

3. Jean-Michel Frank, the 30’s interior and furniture designer, supposedly had 40 identical double-breasted grey flannel suits. He knew himself and is a perfect example of restraint and extravagance.

4. The G does not mean Gangsta. So, pull your pants up and cuff your waist with a Hermès belt. Your pant legs should be tapered that glide gracefully on the ground not dragging it.

5. When a suit gets in the middle-of-the-road it kind of loses me- it has to be sharp and classic. Think, Tom Ford.

6. The worst thing a man can do to ruin his Dior Homme Serge Wool Cashmere Smoking suit is shoving his flat coloured pocket square in his breast pocket. 

7. Many forget that the top and bottom of your fit stay fly. Be on top of your shoe game. Everything else in between can be forgivable.

8. The tie/bow and cufflinks is the weapons you carry with you on your armor. Choose them wisely. You want flare and attitude not tacky and boring. Kill and destruct not become destruction.

9. If you don’t feel like a million bucks after you’re done then sure as hell your suit won’t look like it either G.

10. It’s funny- whenever someone talks about rules; I just want to break them. I recoil from the whole idea of rules.

A gentleman is someone who isn’t afraid of walking on a fine line, figuring out who they are, feeling good in what they wear and developing their own outer expression of their style.



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Tom Ford’s documentary.


~ Monday, May 14 ~
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The universe is the limit.

The universe is the limit.


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~ Sunday, May 13 ~
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NYC.

NYC is a virgin. NYC will caress you like a first time lover. NYC is a whore. NYC will chew you up and spit you out. NYC has parks that smell like mountains and alleys that smell like piss. NYC will cheerfully step over you on the way out of the porn house. NYC will reverentially escort you into church. NYC is everything you love and hate about yourself. NYC doesn’t give a damn about you. NYC is too busy being NYC for that shit. You don’t “love” NYC, you fuck it.


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~ Thursday, March 15 ~
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I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.
— Neil Gaiman

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~ Monday, October 4 ~
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