Tuxie’s World
I was looking at this illustration of my life and, before I noticed the New York streets, the sketches or the little hints of places I might be going next,...
I was looking at this illustration of my life and, before I noticed the New York streets, the sketches or the little hints of places I might be going next,...
It’s Fashion Week in New York, which always has me thinking about clothes, but also about the way fashion changes how we look at everything else. Pattern is one of...
The After Hours Denim Vest goes over a soft, shimmer Palm Mock Neck. Structure over softness. Utility over warmth. That contrast is the point. Fall asks for it. Every season...
It doesn't announce itself. It doesn't need to. A true signature earns recognition through repetition, not novelty. The same instinct, returned to again and again, until it stops looking like...
Tuxie is my little shadow. If I move, he moves. Across the apartment. Down the street. Doing laundry. He just likes to be where I am. And somewhere along the...
I’ve known about Chinese Tuxedo for a while. It’s one of my favorite spots downtown, admittedly in part because my little muse shares half its name. Tuxedo. I’ve photographed the...