Obsessing over prime numbers
As I entered Four Seasons for breakfast, these tall athletes were filing into a tour bus with onlookers taking photos. According to trusted sources, it was the LA Lakers. The ones I saw were carrying designer handbags, which is the only connection I have to NBA players (that, and my jump shot).
Why aren’t my basketball-obsessed friends also carrying their belongings in fine leather goods with fancy hardware? The failure of professional sports, folks.
The Avril Raver Boi outfit
Club Monaco cashmere scarf
Once upon a time, my younger self would keep tabs of when Club Monaco cashmere would go on sale for 50%. Canadians know how to do the softest, loftiest cashmere. This one is super long, but I always knot it up to avoid looking like a stocky Avril Lavigne (or Hedi Slimane wannabe).
H&M hat
When Banana Republic was at its zenith, they made clothes in minimal cuts but gorgeous colors. They used to do knits in what they called China Pink, which this hat echoes. The photo doesn’t do justice to its actual hue, and boy does it pair well with black waxed leather.
Johnson Leathers chevron jacket
I’m really falling hard for this hide, which I know JL has enough left over for a second jacket. But I need to stop and focus on breaking this guy in.
It would be amazing to have a bomber made in this skin though…
Monkey bag
The Lakers have their Louis Vuitton sling bags, I have a cushy monkey.
When I found this in NYC, I loved the idea of wearing a conservative outfit and flipping it on its head with this guy. He’s fun, but he’s also impractical and begging for puzzled looks. To wear him with the requisite nonchalance, I have to forget that he’s hanging off my hip like a drugged animal. Does this bag make me look like a midlifer seeking an unmarked rave? Perhaps, but at least you wouldn’t mistake me for someone who loves golf or fresh powder in Colorado.
Sou Sou number shoes
I watched the first episode of Prime Target, the supposed thriller from Apple TV where this math whiz at Cambridge finds himself in the middle of some conspiracy. It was tough to swallow. He sees numbers in everything, and he can’t stop obsessing over prime numbers. I wonder if these would make him plotz.