Bergdorf, always among the Top 5 windows in the big city.
One day, we'll be on the top floor, next to Thom, Michael & Tim.
(Yeah, that will happend..)

Draping a pair of boxers with a tanktop, creating the illusion of a Roman Toga.
Interesting? Maybe not.
Clever? Yup.

This is what I will smell like come spring 2009.

Some old-skool ads, puts a smile on your face. (If it doesn't, you need therapy)

Aren't some days just way better than others? Today was certainly one of those days. I started out having a boardmeeting in our NYC office which was very inspiring (I thought boardmeetings where suppose to be booring?). Then I headed over to bergdorf goodman, found out the entire place was like 50 % off. Bought 3 (?) black bowties from Thom Browne, a 2009 calender in calfskin and ended up discussing Michael Bastians cruise collection with Mr Tommy Hilfiger himself who was also admiring Mr Bastians latest creations.
Coming out of Bergdorf I run into Scott Schuman (with whom I had dinner yesterday) and went from there to J.Press trying to find that patchwork scarf for Ted. (they where sold out, sorry man..)
I'm going to top this day off with having dinner at Todd English's new place The Libertine down on Platt street.
Word.

Caroline Winbergh says hi from the shoot in london.
I say "Hej" right back at ya darlin!

The missing link, the catalyst in Heroes?
My godson Harry apparently has superpowers, and knowing his dad (my older brother) Harry might very well end up a mix of Harvey Weinstein and Ari Gold, but with foreskin I guess.
No matter what, Harry's future is so bright he's gotta wear shades.
(Except I will have to keep a very close eye on how my brother will dress him...)

David Hart NYC.
God damn!!

Could this f****ng winter be over already..
Longin for spring.
The only good thing about winter is Sorels.

Ah, fine knitted elongated cardigans, can't wait for spring.
Also can't wait to grow another 3 inches and loose about 15 lbs so I could actually wear these type of garments..

"I wish I was a little bit taller, wish I was a (skinny) baller..."

Late lunch (by my self, again) at "I Tre Merli" on west broadway & Houston.
I was the only patron in the entire restaurant, recess is here, big time.
During spring, make a stop & order the Penne a la vodka, a glass of chianti, soak up the sun and watch the people passing by.
(Then head back to what comes around goes around and have one more look. Shopping slightly tipsy is the new black)

Breakfast at Café Habana. (Spring & Elisabeth).
There's no better way to start the day, and instead of ordering a very tiresome "Tall latte skim milk bla bla bla",
they just go:
"Cafe con leche?"
And you go "Yes please"
That's that, nuff said.

I finally went to Waverly Inn the other week in NYC.
As I was in the city on my own (for the first time in years) I first went to Pastis and gobbled down about 12 fin de claire with 3 glasses of chardonnay, taking notes and going through the days meetings.
(Scott Schuman, a fantastic factory in Jersey and a vintage dealer)
Since I was jetlagged out of my mind and needed to stay awake to at least 11 not to fuck up the entire week, I opted for Waverly instead of crashing into that divine bed at the Maritime. The place was crowded but cozy, and the atmosphere was defintely what I expected. Table booked for next trip in January! (when I'll be paying a debt to Scott for some great ideas, the champagne will be on me)

Yes, they are handmade in italy, yes they are foldable, yes they're about 450 USD and yes, it's Ralph Lauren Purple Label.
(And yes, they are this seasons best glasses)

My (extremely) talented wife did the stand for a swedish equestrian brand "Theodore Bespoke" this weekend.
My wife rules, too.

I need to loose weight, jetting around the world in business class isn't helping.
Especially NOT HELPING AT ALL is that "in between snack" that SAS is serving. Danish smörrebröd, goddamit they're tasty.
(I had 4 last time, and swollowed them down with equally many glasses of Bollinger)
But hey, I'd rather be chubby and in business than skinny and in couch.

(I'm aiming for "Skinny in Business" for 2009, not very likely though)

Lee Edelkoort is an amazing woman, I've said that every time after listening to her, I know.
But anyone who serves mini sandwiches and a smoothie like this, suggests investing in bioplastics with the same ease as she's delivering the most mindblowing future analysis in the universe deserves to mentioned more than once.

She also said "Yellow is the new Pink and that shirts will take over a lot of the sales from jersey" (I wont go into why)
Two weeks earlier I picked up a frayed, sunbleached yellow vintage Brooks Brothers OCBD in NYC.
I rule, it's as simple as that.

Buttons up / Buttons Galore / Button-o-rama.
If you had my connections in NYC, you would know where to find precious little gems like these.
You don't.

The window at Bergdorf Goodman.
Snot-o-rama windowdressing is the new (fill in the blank)

Inside one of the bakeries in chelsea market.
Box-o-rama.

Al always, Freeman Alley always offers a nice selection of quasi-arty-weirdorama grafitti / posters / whatever.
This one I don't get at all, but it's way cool.

Madras Madness!!!

Finally, the madras shirt..

Some sweet original labels, dating from 1949 up to mid 60's.
And one hell of a busted up Bleeding Madras. Somehow reminds me of the "Nevada Jeans" Levis found some years ago?

Smoking doesn't kill, it just makes you look much cooler.
(Our Legacy, flawless, again.)

Zlatotsviet. (Or Zlatotsvet / Slatozvet, not sure, means "Golden Flower" I
think)
Russian Art/Letterature Journal, much like Jar Ptitka. Published in Berlin
1924.
I've come to understand that Berlin was Da Shit in publishing russian
litterature and journals in the 1920's.
(I guess publishing anything remotly more funny than the obituaries in
post-revoloution Russia wasn't so good for your health)
The inside is so stunning you would go all topsy turvey.
Granma, if you got interenet (wireless?) in heaven and is checking this
out, I wished you would have told me about these when you where alive!

Font-o-rama

Bought a nice pack of typewriter fonts the other day.
(Man, even the fonts I like are vintage-ish. Nerd-factor 10 out 10.)

Another one of the books from my grandmothers place, Nourriture de l'âme
(Food for the Heart)Published in 1936, first edition.
When I started looking through it, I was amazed to find so many different bookmarks.
Everything was used, a small french flag, prayercards, letters and notes
with scribbles. Yes, I admit it's totally gay to publish this kind of
romantic frilly stuff. But hey, look me in the eyes and tell me your mind
doesn't start wondering. She obviously cared for this book so much, it's
beautiful. (Look closely on the letter, that handwriting doesn't come ease,
best font ever!)

Ok, enough with PR and other superficial nonsence for a while, let's get
down to business with some seriously pretty art. Here's the deal. My
grandmother passed away some weeks ago, and clearing out her place I got
hold of some rather amazing books and magazines. She was a photographer and
gramps was an accomplished artist. (No pressure at all..) First up,
pictures from one of the most important art-critic magazines ever, "Verve".
First issue (pictured here) came out 1937 and featured a specially designed
cover by Matisse, lito's by Leger & Miro (!) Photos by ManRay, Cartier
Bresson, Lotard..

Apparently Scott Speedman has great taste in shirts.
I really dig the enlarged cheap-o-rama white plastic buttons.
God is in the details.
(And in the latest issue of GQ)

Another amazing early monthly journal.
"Zhar Ptitka". It's like the russian version of Verve, only perhaps not as much attitude.
1921 in Russia was not a good place to have a ballsy attitude I guess.
Never the less, cover by Bilibin, reproductions (heliograph printed) by Arkhipov and other great ones.
This stuff was seriously ahead of it's time. (I think..what do I know about russian post revouloutionary art?)

The Jonas Brothers, neatly packaged in gant stuff.
I wonder when they will break big time in Europe, so far they've been kind of under the radar(?)
(Or I'm just way too old)

Stanley Beach Hong Kong, one of the more chaaaming McDonalds..
"You want Supel Value Menu?"
"What did you call me?"
"No no Mistel, you don lissen, You want laaach flench flies and sodapop witthe Quatel Poundel, it is almost for flee, vely cheep."

The dudes from Gossip girl in Gant shirts, same week as they're on the cover of details?
Not bad, not bad at all!

This is the first commercial micro wave oven, early 60's I think. Killer design.
Al Gore's speech yesterday was very passionate and interesting.
(And, they served a very nice shiraz..)

There was no hesitation what so ever. It's mine now, it had to be.
This is THE Sawtooth, the fade, the patina, the everything.
Whopee-doo, to say the least.
By the way, tonite I'm going to meet Al Gore, that's really weird, even for being me.
Note to self: Must be slightly tipsy before I say hello.
"I met Al Gore, drunk".
How many can say that? That's cooler than cool. Ice-cool, that's what it is.
(Or it's just my lousy relation to free champagne, I don't know)

Oh, and did I mention the Vintage Fila / Bjorn Borg collaboration sweaters that I bought as well? (Like 15 of them!)
And the Tennis shorts (Hamptons here I come!) from the same line, and the vintage Fisher Sunglasses..
All in original packing, mint condition...
I rule so hard it's silly.

(Will sell some of it, email me for more info)