don't you get bored with all the gucci? i used to get excited by harry's choices, now i'm as surprised as whenever louis wears adidas... but at least he's started changing it up.
how can you be bored? did you see what he wore today? a houndstooth vest. OVER A T-SHIRT. the other day it was custom made gucci (that is NOT A NORMAL HAPPENSTANCE FOR ANYONE OKAY). he wore the limited edition fuchsia sweatshirt only made for the japanese market. he picks the stuff you’d never actually consider and MAKES IT WORK. think beyond what’s right in front of you and you’ll find yourself having fun
For me, one of the most interesting aspects of colder days is the variety of outfit combinations they allow. Layering is not only a necessary technique to fend off cold, but also one of the most creative ways to explore your wardrobe and come up with unique styles. Although there are some rules to be kept in mind, both for aesthetic and functional purposes, I find myself constantly trying to bend them and invert traditional layering elements.
In this particular case, which of course is not suitable for harsh climate, I aimed to explore different uses for essential garments such as the v-neck cashmere sweater, popover shirt and tweed vest, all while maintaining a mix of casual and polished elements. More often than not, the v-neck would find its place as an outer layer with the tweed vest being worn under a blazer or topcoat; here I went for a different approach wearing the sweater over a tee, the popover shirt as an outer layer and the vest as outerwear. The polished nature of the vest, sweater and wool slacks are broken down by the chambray shirt and camo sneakers. Accessories such as the pocket square and paisley scarf complete the look.
Details: cotton tee by Levi’s, v-neck cashmere/silk sweater by Massimo Dutti, chambray popover shirt by Zara, houndstooth vest by Purificacion Garcia, tailored wool slacks by Gentleman, camo sneakers by Asos, paisley scarf by Zara and pocket square by The Tie Rack.
It was Matt’s pleasure, mid-weekend jaunt to New York City, to once again meet up with astute aesthete Nick Wooster, after coming together, quite off the cuff, for several portraits in late-autumn of 2011. This succeeding rendezvous saw the two collude in studio, the results of which make for contrasting, more personal, viewing.
The Passing Shot: We’re pleased you were able to reconnect with Matt after meeting for a quickie a few years back. Is there a distinct difference between the Nick Wooster of 2011 and he of 2014?
Nick Wooster: I guess I am just older. I am never really conscious of “what I am wearing” or “what I am going to look like”. I just acquire stuff that I think is cool or that I really like…and figure it out as I have to get dressed.
TPS: Your personal approach to style looks to be as acute as ever (the collar pin is a lovely touch). What were you wearing that day? Was there any particular process behind it or was it simply what you happened to have on at the time?
NW: I was wearing a Thom Browne coat with a fur collar. It had just turned chilly, after a welcome day of moderate temperature. Underneath was a Neil Barrett black and white houndstooth jacket and a Club Monaco houndstooth vest. The white oxford shirt was Thom Browne, as were the pants. The shoes were Trickers. I had actually been shooting all day for a Korean client, and wanted to wear something different from what I had on all day. The only process what that I had 5 minutes to get dressed and out the door.
TPS: Does “trend” or movement in fashion dictate the evolution of your own style or is it not something you pay much attention to? Do men pay little or less heed to this sort of thing in general?
NW: It is well documented that I HATE the word trend or anything that smacks of “trends” or trendy. Have I ever gotten caught up in a “trend”? Absolutely - but I would never set out to take these so called “trends” and build a wardrobe around them. I believe in occasion. In that regard, I feel it is absolutely appropriate to break away from a uniform when the moment is right.
TPS: Seeing as we’re speaking in the midst of a rather robustly chilly winter, what are you looking forward to wearing when the weather starts to turn? You seem quite comfortable in an almost uniform combo of tailored short and blazer - is this once more to be on the docket for summer?
NW: I love the summer, but hate summer “clothes”. It’s way harder to feel polished in humidity. I wear shorts with a jacket because: a. I feel “dressed” with a jacket b. Shorts are a ventilation tool.
That’s it - nothing more special than that.
TPS: You shot with Matt in studio this time, the result of which feels more intimate than on the street. Have you a preference to location versus studio photography, when it comes to being photographed? You’re certainly often photographed but do you enjoy sitting for a portrait?
NW: I truly hate having my picture taken. I know that sounds ridiculous, but when I am caught on the street with sunglasses, there isn’t much I have to do. Sitting in front of a camera is way more intimidating. It brings every shred of negative self image straight into my consciousness like a bazooka, but Matt made it way less scary for me - for that I am super grateful.
OBVIOUSLY the translation of “english-speaking literal notebook” into memeable form must be an arbitrarily conventionally hot young white woman with conveniently inoffensive ~alternative aesthetics
i see we’re going the route of 3 Eyes White Cecil (With Obligatory Tentacle Sleeve Tattoos & Purple Houndstooth Sweater Vest/Bowtie Combo) good good there can never be enough exhausting insipid tripe in the world cut that pavement daisy source material the FUCK down to size
Both acts have built 21st-century careers, working as performers, producers and songwriters, taking their time between albums, but keeping themselves on listeners’ radar through their productions and guest appearances – showing up for a chorus or rap on other stars’ singles.
The crowd at the Hollywood Bowl Saturday night – the first of two sold-out Bruno Mars/Pharrell Williams shows – was diverse, even for Los Angeles. There were boxes of stylish double-daters, gaggles of single ladies decked out for a night on the town, families who brought the kids not to save on a babysitter but because this was a rare pop concert where both generations were excited to be there. (And if how many kids are dressed like the headliner is a legitimate metric of success, Bruno Mars is doing very well; during a trip to the concession, I saw at least a dozen kids, from preschoolers to tweens, sporting black and gray houndstooth vests and Mars’s signature broad-brimmed hat rakishly perched on their heads. In comparison, Pharrell’s oversized Dudley Do-Right Stetson was nowhere to be seen.)
Pharrell took note of the audience’s age range and admitted he was trying to tone down the language because of all the kids in the house. (Gwen Stefani, who joined Pharrell on a riotous “Hollaback Girl,” apparently did not get the memo, as she retained the song’s PG-13 lyrics, reminding the crowd that “this shit is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!”)
What brought out the celeb-studded crowd (also a diverse group, including Quincy Jones, Jeffrey Katzenberg, Paul Anka, Quentin Tarantino, Howie Mandel, Jessica Alba, Kaley Cuoco, Lea Michele and Zac Efron) were the two most successful pop-soul figures working today, in a line of American music that can be traced back to Motown. But where Motown famously called its recordings “The Sound of Young America,” Mars and Pharrell do it one better: they’re making “The Sound of America.” What made the show fascinating were the different routes they take to get there.