GQ held its customary party in Milan amidst the hullabaloo of Men’s Fashion Week in the Italian nation that we all hold in such high regard—sartorially and culinarily speaking. With the interesting twist of events that are hard to shake, otherwise known as the economic crisis that is chomping on Europe’s behind, cynics of the fashion scene were quick to dismiss what is perhaps a wry, amusing take on the circumstances at hand.
Word on the Milanese streets is that most do not possess nor can afford that Italian sense of sprezzatura that Frida Giannini of Gucci seems to be exporting. Similarly, us Yanks have our knees deep in an economy that is floundering and a panicked realization that we do not make anything to sell the world. Yet GQ’s Jim Nelson seems to be onto something when his magazine decides to throw a burger barbecue amidst the Milanese palazzos.
Nelson’s recent food journal entry in New York Magazine’s Grub Street, has knighted him a fashionable foodie whose writing is as delicious as it is chic.
The party is a rather clever act of diplomacy, after all, the magazine’s July issue celebrates all that is American with Kate Upton on its cover, and fashion spreads that mark the summer season and our vast nation’s cultural expressions of it.
Happy independence day America.
I am not certain if this graphic was actually conceived on a napkin. However, in a century where advertising has turned into a polluting stream of consciousness, it is seldom for commercial graphics to capture our attention.
Aboard an airplane, it was hard not to note the implied contours of a bottle opened between a pair of flip-flops. Truly gratifying visually, Coca-Cola earns its stripes when claiming to be the beverage of summer.
La Guardia is finally beginning to feel like the city in which millions flock. Aside from the Jet Blue terminal and a few VIP lounges, the fatigued airport has chronically suffered from a lack of quality retail and dining options. Nonetheless, it feels like a change is coming.
Devoted to Delta, Terminal D now offers burgers by Pat La Frieda and a new travel boutique, Zona. This is the place to pick up a last minute gift that is not a blatantly inauthentic souvenir.
With only one other shop in Atlanta, Zona curates pieces in all price ranges, for men, women, and children, spanning grooming, apparel, and accessory territories. Items here are well curated, astonishing, given the significant retail space that is often reserved for overpriced magazines, gum, and floss. Think products by Tokyo Milk, decoupage by John Derian, old fashioned soaps, nifty laundry bags, and whimsical toiletry cases that evoke Jack Spade but are designed by Maptote.
Time will tell whether the store will become a familiar space in airports all over. Regardless, a place like this is a much needed refresher in the stagnant industry that is airport retail.
The most striking thing about Provincetown, is its detachment from the ostentatiousness of the New England beach scene. A stroll though the principal street that is Commercial, leaves one at a leisurely pace, soaking in the Cape Cod sun and the fresh, salt-water air.
I was visually arrested when stumbling upon a bold, black, and orange sign that evoked the weight and beauty of Herb Lubalin’s glyphs and stylized slab-serif type. The graphic was originally conceived by the structuring of duct tape, evoking the sort of grime perhaps more suited to Brooklyn. More water towers and bridges, as opposed to lighthouses and lobsters.
The sign, and the miscellany of genuine articles sold inside the double story space, all bear variations of graphic work by Tim Convery. Think awe-inspiring souvenirs to take back home, t-shirts, blankets, totes, hoodies, and limited edition prints that all bear unique Provincetown art.
Convery, who lives upstairs is a design veteran. His curriculum vitae is steeped with New York creative experience. He worked with Paula Scher in the 80’s and spent many years building cosmetic brands. Relocating to Provincetown, he is a radiating beacon of the relaxed beach culture that burgeons in the area.
There are plans to sell gear online very soon. Until then you could always make a trip and check out the endearing store on 394 Commercial.
Curated tunes and a specially designed type treatment celebrating Eliza Bailey’s 25th in Panama City and the San Blas Islands.
1. A Funny Thing – Penguin Prison
2. Alright – Supergrass
3. California – Datarock
4. Dancing With The DJ – The Knocks
5. Green Grass – I Am Arrows
6. Heart Skips A Beat – Olly Murs Feat. Chiddy Bang
7. I Look To You – Miami Horror Feat. Kimbra
8. Maybe Tomorrow – Stereophonics
9. She’s Like Gravity – Nikolas Mikelberge
10. Strange Attractor – Animal Kingdom
© 2012 Art by Faris Habayeb
Asphalt defines the beach at Herring Cove, paving the way for a serene bicycle zip along the seaside. This is Provincetown. It is here where the wheels whirl and the ocean whispers.
A scenic path designated for bikers and runners alike, meanders through a beach forest, moss, and silky dunes.
A tea dance at the Boatslip signaled sumer early. Fashionably sizzling, the varied crowd keeps cool. Golden Adidas high tops and funky boat shoes of shapes and sizes prod the wooden deck. The tide of the afternoon ocean rises. Kylie Minogue’s “Time Bomb” makes for an explosive backdrop as the blazing sun energizes the crowd and the infinite New England horizon glistens. My Brooklyn Summer Ale never tasted so good.
Nibbles out and around the town included seafood fare of all sorts: freshly shucked Wellfleet oysters with horseradish at the local farmer’s market, uncomplicated swordfish with mango, seafood frittatas, and succulent lobster rolls.
Amidst the many that sell kitschy beach trinkets otherwise known as dust collectors, Item is the sort of beach boutique you would want to put on your list. While the anchor graphic that is part of the shop’s logo is hardly groundbreaking, the word “item” is typeset alongside in American Typewriter and is quite noteworthy.
Seeing it on the tags attached to the apparel for sale and on shopping bags too, unlocked its branding potential. The boutique is filled with well curated pieces from Scotch and Soda and Rag and Bone to name a few. While much at Item is beach inspired, everything is steeped with city attitude. The luxe tees and dainty leather belts are the sort anyone would happily rock on the streets of Manhattan.
© 2012 Faris Habayeb
Consider, the blunt smell of chlorine on your skin after a few laps in the pool. Follow with a bask in the sun and some hasty lashings of sweet, cold ketchup that runs lukewarm as it whips some freshly fried salted potatoes.
If a season had a logo what would it look like?
A challenge for the season I would never put on top my preferred climate list, this personal exercise contributed to a capriciousness on my part, as I found myself excited for all things warm and sweaty.
The mark is composed of a bitten into watermelon or doughnut, you decide, and a bun of versatile utility too. Hot dog or burger? The decision is yours. The logo evokes all the activities that represent the aforementioned food items. Bike rides, carousels, and day-tripping beneath a hot-blue sky.
© 2012 Faris Habayeb