
A few weeks ago, quite late one Saturday night, I found myself wearing a tuxedo in the basement of Loreley Beer Garden on the Lower East Side. Among a sea of, let’s say, more casual, and certainly more appropriate attire, it was shockingly out of place, but I can’t say I was particularly bothered by

Recently, I’ve been realizing more and more as I go about my day, documenting my outfits, and awkwardly rambling on TikTok, that a sizeable chunk of my wardrobe has been accumulated through second-hand sources. This has been the case for a while now. In fact, I think I’ve been into the concept of “thrifting” as

One of the more meaningful lessons that getting into menswear in my adulthood has taught me, is that in the past, the suit wasn’t necessarily seen as this paragon of ultimate formality. In fact, the origins of the suit as we know it are actually fairly casual. “Lounge suits” were a somewhat more streamlined take

Somewhat recently, I posted a TikTok that contrasted a montage of some of my very best fall/winter outfits against a somewhat dorky summer outfit I happened to be wearing on that particularly toasty day. The punchline was simple. Fall and winter allow me dress like a man of mystery. A man of intrigue, culture, and

I’m doing something super cool here, bear with me. This post documents a journey of sorts, as I navigate putting together my very first black tie ensemble. I plan to write entries on various dates as it comes together, elaborating on my progress, and when it’s finished – I’ll publish it! So, it’s a semi-live