When I’m not slaving away working on our latest greatest collections (currently in the throes of designing fall), this is what’s rattling around in my pop-culture obsessed brain.
I recently returned from Asia, which I travel to often. In Hong Kong, I love Le Slip Français, which sells fab French undies, swimming costumes, and, my personal favorite, sweatshirts that express my many moods.
I like to end my Asian sojourns with a couple of days in Tokyo. I actually hate shopping in America. I never find anything I want, and Tokyo is like a magical alternate reality where everything fits me perfectly and is the ideal blend of preppy with a twist. I need to buy steamer trunks to transport my goodies. My go-to shops are SHIPS, Dover Street Market in Ginza, United Arrows, and BEAMS.
To eat, I like to wander in Akasaka and dip into some sushi or dumpling restaurant. It’s always flawless. Japan is perfection.
How to fly
When I travel I keep it lean and mean, just like I aspire to be. (Failing on both accounts). It’s basically all Uniqlo all the time—white skinny jeans and navy t-shirts—and Adidas Pharrell Williams Stan Smith Sneakers. I would never, ever, ever check a bag, as long as I live, so I depend on hotel laundry. And of course, an iPad loaded with old seasons of Lock Up.
Right now I’m hooked on the NBA Playoffs. I’m very concerned about Steph Curry’s sprained knee, because I’d like to see the Golden State Warriors win again. I’m also tracking Leicester City's ascent in the Premier League. Believe it or not, life Chez Adler/Doonan is kind of like a sports bar.
MUSIC OF THE MOMENT
I’m living for “Youth” by Troye Sivan, the “Fast Car Remix” by Jonas Blue featuring Dakota, and “Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself” by Selena Gomez. And “Formation” by Beyoncé is stuck on replay.
Whatever the number 1 song in America is, that’s my favorite song. The Number 2 song is my second favorite song—without fail.
Recently I’ve powered through, The Vagrants by Yiyun Li, about a hanging in a Chinese village during the Communist-era, and What Belongs to You by Garth Greenwall. I also recently read A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara, which was very strange and completely unmoored me from time, space, and reality. I could not put it down. It was three days of utter intense purgatory—but I couldn’t stop.
What I’m revealing is that most of my cultural tastes are incredibly dark. Simon always calls me Ariana Kafka. I am partially an upbeat teeny-bopper (that’s Ariana as in Grande), but also a brooding analytical Eastern European Jewish dude a la Franz Kafka. So, basically, I’m saying: people are not what they seem….
So this is the first in my monthly musings column, but it might also be the last—because my marketing peeps will say “Bro, you gotta keep it upbeat!”