terry.

q: how do you make terry richardson look funnier ?

a: unknown hipster.

vans cemetary.

just in case you happen to be wondering...

'where do old shoes go to die... ????'

well, actually, the answer is collingwood...

came across the vans memorial the other day.

poignant.

touching.

luckily for anyone who actually sells vans, i doubt this memorial will fulfill itself...

fishing men.

pictures from a trip to lakes entrance a couple of months ago.

somehow they got lost in the sea of my hard drive.

watching old men fish reminds me of fishing with my grandfather as a child.

4am wake up calls.

and vegemite toast ready at the table for me, cut neatly into quarters.

was worth every cold and and self-pitying moment, for the memories if nothing more...

right hand andy.

a fun little party last week @ right hand in Adelaide.

beer provided by Carlsberg (I know, I  know.... but it was free!!!!)

right hand is one of my favourite stores in Australia.

always something new and interesting from around the world.

a great selection of denim and the one and only Union Special in the country...

engineered garments.

clothes that are engineered rather than designed.

now we're talking.

soon to be available in Australia at a secret (ish) location...


if I didn't enjoy dressing like a homeless prison escapee I would happily dress in Engineered Garments.

men as men...

everyone should have an Irving Penn portrait of their grandfather.


he made artists and literary giants appear craggy yet soft, introspective and full of stories of wild youth.

men as men.

i'm pretty excited about men being men.

not in any soapy roman-bath kinda way.

i just don't think i can handle too much more garishly bright, polyester-clad, razor skinny 'rock' bands infiltrating the consciousness.


we are men.


celebrate.