FRUIT FANCIES No. 4

Clockwise from top: shirt Alexander McQueen // coat Mackintosh // shoes Prada // pants Marc Jacobs // bag Marni // jumper Acne. Images via Barneys, LuisaViaRoma & Mr. Porter.

I'm looking forward to Spring...April showers bring May flowers? Here's hoping - all I know is that recently, every time it's rained I've found myself sans umbrella and could use a nice Mac. Also, those Prada platforms are the greatest shoes ever made. Dear Miuccia, I tried these on and they're too narrow for my feet. Please fix this and I will be all over them. P.S. The pants are from this collection I was so head over heels with two summers ago. Like this post? Check out some of my other fantasy outfit favorites here and here.

[STREET STYLE] BRYANBOY

BryanBoy is a seminal figure in blogging, if there were ever a person you could say that about. I've always appreciated his commitment to being himself, particularly as a man who sometimes enjoys wearing wigs and always loves a good ladypant. Here, I love the way he's chosen to top his sharply-tailored suit with a cropped leather jacket with a shearling collar and grounded the ensemble with those Prada brogues (also seen here.)

PRADA X HUGE

It's a trad, trad world on *fruitpunch this week...and the fun continues with this awesome edit from Japanese fashion/art/culture 'zine, HUgE, featuring Prada's A/W '12 collection styled with a tongue-in-cheek dandy twist by Toshio Takeda, photographed by Tisch. Images via.

[STREET STYLE] BROOKLYN FLEA

An unexpectedly polished look for the Brooklyn Flea, no? I love the subtle twists on trad style here - the barely buttoned chambray revealing a chest tattoo (ok, that's pretty Brooklyn); the popped collar of the sleek, zipper-laden sportcoat with the Prada tote and platforms...even the little accents like the pocket square and the multi-knuckle ring - so spot on! A very dashing ensemble, if I do say so myself.

View the detail shots, after the jump!

[STREET STYLE] NYFW

New York Fashion Week ends today, but don't feel left out, dear readers - yours truly took his day off to visit Lincoln Center and survey the throngs, a veritable Cirque du Prêt-à-Porter. It was kind of like a memo had gone out reading, "Let's take pictures of each other until we're famous!" But for some weird reason I wasn't invited to any of the shows? So I stood around in my vintage ladyjean bell bottoms (no one took my picture, FYI), snapping away at guys who inspired me. First, Karl of Guerreisms. I loved his look - he makes suiting so much fun! The details are just genius and also totes adorbs (green miniature flower pin #FTW)

Check out five more stylish dudes, after the jump!

spatial relations

I have this dream that apartamento will ask me to write one of the introspective essays that opens their magazine, but I'm not holding my breath for that to happen anytime soon and so I wrote this for *fruitpunch, maybe you've heard of it, possibly you're reading it right now (meta).

It's hard to pick a starting point for this post, a lifestyle post when my lifestyle has so drastically changed. You might think it should be easy, as I'm beginning a new life here in New York, but I find myself looking back on my former living situation (and its style) and feel in limbo. I am enjoying a borrowed space that cannot and won't be mine, though I've come to find much contentment here. Knowing that my enjoyment of this place has an expiration date hasn't diminished the pleasure of folding myself into that Eames lounger with a book of Wendell Berry essays, nor can I truthfully say that it has made me put any extra effort into savoring every minute that I can pretend this is all mine. Really I'm just ignoring the fact that this is another man's home; that outside the frames of these artfully cropped and filtered photos there is art that I don't understand, records I didn't collect and books I've never read. I am a transplant, continually adjusting and reorienting to my surroundings. This room is another man's canvas and I am lucky to feel at home here (noted: good taste is good taste).

I thought I had found my next step here, for about a day. The woman renting out the extra room in her Brooklyn two-bedroom was the definition of my definition of a cool roommate and I even liked her dog. I'd planned out the post introducing my new space and everything - her pug would've been in the photos and it would've been so cute you could just throw yourself off a rooftop garden. But, alas, it was not meant to be...but, really...I just want a clean white room where I can light a candle and sleep on a pile of my clothes, is that so much to ask for? I'll let you know if I find out...

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