I AM COMPLETELY AND UNAPOLOGETICALLY HIGH MAINTENANCE. I DON'T TRAVEL LIGHTLY, I LOVE ROOM SERVICE, AND I CAN'T FUNCTION WITHOUT A CALENDAR. I LOVE THRASH METAL & SYNTHWAVE, HIGH TEA AND STRAIGHT SCOTCH, I SMILE IN MY SLEEP, AND I SKATEBOARD BETTER THAN I DRIVE. I AM EQUAL DARKNESS AND EQUAL LIGHT, AND I STRIVE FOR SARTORIAL & PERSONAL TENACITY IN A CITY WHERE GRIT OVERSHADOWS STYLE AND RISK.

I AM THE ORDER, AND THERE ARE NO DAYS OFF. THE PRESSURE TO REPRESENT THE BRAND I CREATED IS ALWAYS HIGH, IN STYLE, MOMENTUM & CREED-  I AM MY OWN EVANGELIST, AND MY OWN WORST NIGHTMARE, TWENTY FOUR HOURS A DAY.

BUT WHAT IF ALL OF THOSE VARIABLES WERE REMOVED? 

WHAT IF THE ARBITRARY PARAMETERS OF A JOB WELL-DONE BECAME THOSE OF A DAY WELL-LIVED? 

WHAT IF…I SWAPPED MY LIPSTICK AND LAPTOP FOR A BACKPACK & A PRAYER, AND LEFT FOR TWO WEEKS ON THE BACK OF A HARLEY? 

SO I DID.

AT 100MPH THROUGH THE HEAT OF DEATH VALLEY OR AT A GAS STATION ALONG OLD ROUTE 66, NO ONE KNOWS WHO YOU ARE,  WHERE YOU CAME FROM OR WHERE YOU’RE HEADED. THERE’S NO ROOM FOR HAIRSPRAY OR ABSTRACTION: NOT MUCH FITS UNDER A HELMET OTHER THAN THOUGHTS OF THE IMMEDIATE PRESENT, SYNAPSING AS FAST & FREELY AS THE ASPHALT BENEATH YOU.  ADVENTURE ECLIPSES DESTINATION, IMPULSE TRUMPS INTENTION. MAYBE, MAYBE NOT…MAYBE IT DOESN’T MATTER.

FROM PORTLAND TO MEMPHIS WITH MYRIAD STOPS ALONG THE WAY AND IN THE COMPANY OF ONE OF THE MOST PIVOTAL MEN OF MY LIFE, AN IMPULSIVE SIMPLICITY IN THE CONTEXT OF THE ORDER EMERGED IN THE HOURS SPENT ON THE ROAD. IN BOTH CONCEPT & AESTHETIC, MY PREVIOUS COLLECTIONS HAVE BEEN DELICATE, DETAILED AND OCCASION-SPECIFIC- BUT MY DAY-TO-NIGHT UNIFORM HAS ALWAYS BEEN AN AMALGAM OF ATHLEISURE AND GLAM. BOTH OF THESE ARE PARAMOUNT IN COLLECTION IX, UNIFIED THROUGH AN UNDERLYING SENSE OF INTRINSIC, SPUR OF THE MOMENT STYLE.


THE UNBRIDLED CAMPAIGN FOR IX IS LARGELY COMPRISED OF PHOTOS I TOOK ON MY IPHONE THROUGHOUT THE TRIP, WHILE THE EDITORIAL IS A VISUAL INVITATION TO AN OBSCURE AFTER-HOURS AFFAIR. BOTH ARE HIGHLY SYMBOLIC IN FREEDOM, RISK, VARIABILITY AND CHANCE; MIRRORING MY OWN  PERSONAL AND PROFESSIONAL HORIZONS. IMMINENT, INDEFINITE AND COMPELLING;  TOGETHER THEY FORGE A TRIFECTA OF UNCERTAINTY THAT HAS TRANSLATED INTO THIS COLLECTION. 

THIS IS THE END OF ONE PHASE, AND THE BEGINNING OF ANOTHER.

FUCK THE RUNWAY, AND FUCK THE STATUS QUO. THIS IS THE THE ORDER, AND THIS IS COLLECTION IX.

I AM A DESIGNER, BUT FIRST, I’M AN ARTIST: THIS WORK IS MY NARRATIVE TOLD THROUGH MILES OF THREAD. THE ORDER HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY STORY…FASHION HAS JUST BEEN ITS APPOINTED VEHICLE.

TWO WEEKS ON TWO WHEELS

SEPTEMBER 3 - 19, 2018 | Portland, OR > Memphis, TN